Better than sex.
I’ve heard this phrase used many times over the years, and shook my head in quiet disbelief. This week a chance discovery in one of the village shops has finally convinced me that there are moments when it actually might be appropriate usage and not just hyperbole.
Lemon and blueberry muffins. Better than sex.
That’s all!
Trumpetville 
Well…. less effort….
Not really. When I try to eat my lemon and blueberry muffin I have to fight off a ravenous furry fiend with the gleam of greed in his eyes.
When I want to have sex, I don’t have to fight off anybody.