It’s Easter, and thought I’d share a religious experience of sorts with the foodie crowd.  Forgive the irreverence, but my personal epiphany was around something warm, yeasty and buttery with the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon.  I’m talking about Moravian Sugar Cake.  A couple of bites of this and you’ll have a life altering experience that will invoke deep, gluttonous thoughts.  I was bowled over by this regional treat several years ago when visiting some friends in Winston-Salem, North Carolina.  I had joined the couple and some extended family of theirs for social festivities, and I kept hearing the phrase lobbied over my head:

“Did you take her to Dewey’s yet”?” … “You gotta take her to Dewey’s.”

Hmmmm, sounded suspiciously like a “wings ‘n rings” beer joint for the local Bubbas.  Politely, I asked about Dewey’s.  One of those in the know said that Dewey’s was a bakery that had the BEST cake ever.  That when you went, you had to buy several cakes, since they didn’t last too long.  Must be good cake I thought, considering this fellow kept talking about it.  OK, consider me hooked.  After a day or two more, complete with wining, dining, shopping and yakking — someone else asked my friend:  “Did you take her to Dewey’s yet?”  My curiosity was getting hard to manage; I didn’t know if I would last much longer.

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