Pudding Dissapointment

When you realise that now matter how adult you look the inner child in you is bitterly disappointed - when in a restaurant and you see trifle on the pudding menu so greedily order ( obviously factoring in the syn value etc) and then they bring it out - near to tears like the child on Christmas morning eagerly expecting a pony or a horsey and end up with a stuffed crocheted brown thing that someone your mom works with had her blind maiden aunt make. You look at the offering in front of you & up at the waitress then at the others at your table expecting the chef to pop out and say "hahaha only joking - here's the real trifle" but no...... I'm sorry this is not trifle, for starters there are no sprinkles on top just almond flakes- there's no sodding jelly,( you have to have jelly seeped into the fingery base- everyone knows that!!!) so instead of jelly guess what I found? Well I'm telling you it may as well have been dog poop or one of the chefs finest curly pubes as it was equally disgusting- it was tinned fruit, which is an assassination on my mouth, cold hard and has the texture of cold tramps vomit. Nonetheless I pick that out and get to the fingery sponge base and oh my days it got worse it tasted like a snogging session at an OAP daycare Christmas party..... sherry blurgh blurgh - I could have cried. I'm sorry you can fancy up what ever food you like BUT you do not and cannot make trifle into an adult dish, it's just wrong