Uncle Fluffy
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The fork sank first. Not with the dense resistance of its Western cousins, but like a whisper disappearing into a pale, golden cloud. It quivered—that famous, mesmerizing jiggle—a silent, wobbling promise of what was to come. Then, the taste. It wasn't a sugary shout; it was the memory of cream, a light, airy sweetness that didn't demand attention but earned it. It simply... vanished. A melt-in-your-mouth moment of pure, fluffy delight. This isn't just a cake; it's a feeling.
