This recipe for mango passionfruit summer trifle was something of an emotional rollercoaster but hopefully it was a ride for one person only — me — and I can simply manage all of your expectations without any jumpscares. In short — the idea of a low-effort trifle for sweltering weather appeared to me (creative smugness), the recipe took all of fifteen minutes to make (smugness peaking), it tasted bewilderingly lackluster despite the objective individual deliciousness of each ingredient (plummeting self-worth, paradise lost), I shoved it balefully into the fridge and pretended it didn’t exist (denial, abnegation), the next day I petulantly swiped another spoonful and it tasted sublime (soaring joy, paradise regained). Finally, I acknowledged my rash heedlessness and realised I should’ve known all along that a trifle improves with time, even one that takes no time at all to make (magnanimous, gracious concession).
Hungry and Frozen 