cake - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The cake is a triumph of sugar and flour, towering with buttercream and strawberries to bring it that celebratory colour and freshness. This Victoria sponge is birthday cake, the sort my son loves best. He craves the simplicity over the complex. A cake is a cake, beautiful as it is.
The buttery aroma of the Madeleines wafted tantalisingly under his nose, similar to the cartoonish beckoning finger of steam you'd often see on TV. He gratefully plucked a cake from the basket, wincing slightly from the still burning hot surface. Giving it an experimental bite, he was surprised to find how easily the spongy layer gave way to teeth and nearly gasped when his tastebuds practically sang under the tangy flavour it was assaulted under as lemon curd oozed into his mouth. Almost immediately it was followed up with a nutty crunch from what he could only guess were thinly sliced almonds. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before.
Cake crumbs and smears of icing were all that remained of the once triple layered Victoria sponge. It had been decadent with a nod toward old fashioned baking, new but invoking memories of old. The "hundreds and thousands" had taken everyone in the room back to childhood, that crazy rainbow mosaic of flakes that added so many E numbers and no flavour. The light perfection of the cake itself and the richness of the frosting had been the calling card of elegance. With the dessert behind them the chatter in the room rose and fell, wine glasses filled and emptied, until all too soon it was time for the guests to make their way home.
The cake was a snowman in rich velvety layers, topped with cream cheese frosting and coconut flakes. His nose was a brilliant orange "carrot" of fondant icing and his eyes were belgian chocolate. It was the perfect winter cake to make for Haywood, the kid who thought snow was better than sun-warmed sand.
If anyone knew how to bake a cake it was Ivy; she made the most special birthday cakes of anyone around town. From her run down house, from inside the graffiti adorned walls, she made cakes fit for royalty. For Ivy the "royalty" were the kids of her estate, the ones growing up on food-stamps and love. Whatever spare money she had it went to buy ingredients; whatever spare time she had it went to baking cakes and cookies. It was on her garden wall, on the first day of winter, that she found River, his worn baseball shoes kicking at her creaking gate...
Following that was a stunning ombré rosette cake with layers of red velvet sponge and then sprinkled with pink sugar dust. This was then succeeded by an absolutely dreamy and sophisticated coconut cake, iced with coconut frosting, generously covered with a handful or two of coconut shavings and finally bedecked with a champagne-coloured satin bow at the base. Next up was a cinnamon spiced apple cake drizzled on top with luscious caramel sauce, as bourbon-laced brown sugar buttercream oozed in between. And last but not ever least, the topmost was a double tier vanilla and almond cake with the bottom tier enclosed in edible silver leaf and adorned with a single sugar magnolia to honour the name of their beloved town.
The second was a twist on the childhood indulgence of S'mores, combining a graham cake with chocolate ganache, fluffy marshmallows and buttercream. Its Swiss meringue frosting exterior was then toasted and decorated with chocolate curls for extra appeal.
An elegant lemon thyme cake, with alternating layers of lemon curd and vanilla buttercream, and then decorated with rich golden icing, candied citrus and sprigs of mint to top it off.
Rich, moist, light, fluffy, sweet, melt-in-the-mouth, spongey, glorious, delectable, delicious, more-ish. Heavy, dry, over-sweet, rock-hard, burnt, lumpy, flat, concave in the middle, stuck to the pan, uncooked in the middle, inedible, crispy, put salt in instead of sugar.
It had the appearance of being a moist, rich carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Dry, like eating sweetened sawdust, so hard I could have made a door stopper from the slice.