A friend of mine brought over a chocolate cake he bought from a grocery bakeshop. It was reputedly one of the best undiscovered cakes in town. Supposedly very much under-rated.
I opened the box. It did look good. The ganache was all dark and glossy. I couldn’t resist but take a swipe at the icing. Not too sweet. Good. Yummy.
I sliced a piece of it. Wow, there’s even a fourth-inch custard filling in between the layers. Very, very promising, indeed.
I closed my eyes in anticipation as I lifted the fork towards my mouth. The icing slowly melted inside, exploding with a rich, and almost overwhelming taste of dark chocolate. Again, not too sweet. Perfect. Just the way I like it.
Then the crumb of the cake reached my tastebuds.
Urgh. Dry, tasteless. Not far from what a cardboard would taste, I imagine. Gawd, what the hell is this stuff?!
The custard wasn’t much of a help, either. Very, very stale. Very, very nasty.
I looked up to my friend. He had the same reaction, too.
We shared a laugh and a half agreeing how the cake tasted really awful. Off it went to the trash bin: two unconsumed slices, and the rest of the cake.
Drat. Drat. Drat.
A food tripping exercise that ended up in futility.
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Trust me, no amount of good icing can mask an awfully made cake.
At the end of the day, it’s the cake itself that matters.
I opened the box. It did look good. The ganache was all dark and glossy. I couldn’t resist but take a swipe at the icing. Not too sweet. Good. Yummy.
I sliced a piece of it. Wow, there’s even a fourth-inch custard filling in between the layers. Very, very promising, indeed.
I closed my eyes in anticipation as I lifted the fork towards my mouth. The icing slowly melted inside, exploding with a rich, and almost overwhelming taste of dark chocolate. Again, not too sweet. Perfect. Just the way I like it.
Then the crumb of the cake reached my tastebuds.
Urgh. Dry, tasteless. Not far from what a cardboard would taste, I imagine. Gawd, what the hell is this stuff?!
The custard wasn’t much of a help, either. Very, very stale. Very, very nasty.
I looked up to my friend. He had the same reaction, too.
We shared a laugh and a half agreeing how the cake tasted really awful. Off it went to the trash bin: two unconsumed slices, and the rest of the cake.
Drat. Drat. Drat.
A food tripping exercise that ended up in futility.
-----
Trust me, no amount of good icing can mask an awfully made cake.
At the end of the day, it’s the cake itself that matters.
Awww. Sana binigay mo na lang sa kapitbahay. Hehehe.
ReplyDeletehahaha oo nga sana share mo na lang dun sa neighbors nyo. yun nga lang bka murahin pa kaw instead n mag ty hehehe
ReplyDeleteKnox & Xtian: ay. yung cake po ay isang metaphor. baka di maapreciate ng kapit-bahay namin wahahahah
ReplyDeletein my experience, cakes that look really good, often taste bad
ReplyDeleteCloset: hmmmm, not necessarily. some cakes look bad and taste even worse lolz
ReplyDeleteGoodness gracious indeed! This by far, metaphors and all, is as TING-A-LING as rhubarb compote! Delicious!
ReplyDeleteBon: but of course! nothing less but a TING-A-LING-A-DING-DONG from me.
ReplyDeletewahahahahaha
well, good luck next time. i hope you will find the cake that looks and tastes good at the same time.
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Charmed: waaaaah, bibili na lang ako sa mga home bakers ;)
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