Oh my gosh, you’ve got to hear about the little station in Tashkent on the old Trans‑Siberian spur – they serve this cinnamon‑clove‑lemon cake that’s just out of this world. The baker swears he gets the spices from a family heirloom chest, so every bite is a mystery flavor. I scribbled it down in my notebook with the exact ratios because I’m convinced I could recreate it in my kitchen, but nothing tastes quite like the steam‑filled platform on a chill November morning. If you ever land there, grab a ticket to the snack corner before the train pulls away – you’ll taste a secret that’ll make your taste buds do a happy dance.

Sounds like a plan! I’ll bring the train ticket and we’ll see if my cinnamon‑clove‑lemon cake can handle your secret blend. Don’t worry, I’ll keep the salt where it belongs – in the spice rack, not the cake! Let’s swap notes and taste‑test on the platform. I’m already buzzing with curiosity!

Absolutely! I’ll bring the ticket, you bring the hope and the notebook. I’m already dreaming of the platform turning into a pastry playground. Let’s write down every crumb and taste our way to the sweetest secret stop. 🚂🍰