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.
2 precious perspectives:
But surely Ternie you wouldn't touch that cake if it doesn't look enticing enough? Ako na si Shallow Hal.
Oral: naku, happy na ako sa pan de coco ng neighborhood panedria namin ;)
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