My siblings have often chided me for having a lucky birth date because they’re not as fortunate. Celebrating my birthday on January 31st has its perks, the most important of which is it’s payday, so I always end up having some treats served for my special day. I even got the chance to invite friends over to our place for a little celebration. But we’re not well-off, so Goldilocks cakes are unheard of in our family until I reached college.
There’s a Goldilocks branch near UST, which my classmates frequented. Since I was living on a tight budget at that time, I would have to save some money from my already meager allowance, and that would take days, even weeks, just to be able to buy a decent meal from Goldilocks. That dream of savoring the delectable foods at Goldilocks seemed unreachable, however, as there were other things I needed to prioritize in school.
Xeroxing resource materials was one. I couldn’t buy all the required books for my course, so I had to photocopy the chapters that I needed to study for an exam. That’s where most of my allowance went. As days progressed, I gave up on my ultimate Goldilocks dream until one day when one of my best pals in college invited me for a snack at Goldilocks and I consented.
I don’t even remember if I had saved enough money for that or if she lent me money or if she insisted on footing the bill, but I do remember what heaven felt like the moment I relished my first ever Goldilocks product, their fresh lumpia. I took my sweet time consuming this delightful treat.
Of course, I didn’t show my friend that it was my first time at Goldilocks nor did I give a hint that I was head over heels in love with what I was having for merienda. I hope she never took notice of my mixed emotions at that time. Since then, I have become a loyal Goldilocks patron. As a matter of fact, my son always celebrates his birthday with a Goldilocks cake.