There was baklava1. It whispered to me, cajoling.
I said "no" and stood firm.
It beguiled, begged and teased.
I said "No" and stood firm.
It pleaded, tantalised and taunted.
I said "NO" and stood firm.
"EAT ME!" it roared.
So I did.
1Yes, I know the picture is not baklava. It was all gone before I got a shot. But a remarkably similar thing happened with the Toblerone.