Just as I had Imagined it

I've wanted to eat this since I read about it in my fifth grade textbook about an Indian Canadian child who did not want to meet his grandmother; the child loved this dessert, and apparently his grandmother is superb at making it. I ate this in a restaurant in Indiatown yesterday with my friends, and it was exactly as I had imagined it in grade five; the first bite is soft and spongy with an explosion of sweetness, which does not linger as the products of many bakeries here, but rather transformed into a cool coat that spread throughout my mouth and throat. It is simply refreshing even on a cold day like yesterday, so I just had to buy them when I saw them at a supermarket before returning home.