Friday 20 May 2011

Cake. More Cake. Even more cake.

A cake club is a brilliant idea. A big group of strangers bake cakes and bring them to a predetermined location. They stand around in a jittery mob as the cakes are lined up on a long counter.

They face the land of cakes, waiting and waiting for the moment of permission, that glorious moment when they are told the slicing and devouring can begin.

One baker has made a cake she has dubbed "the tower of sin." The crowd is noticeably thicker on the side of the room that is closest to this sweet monster.
Even when the first slices are piled onto small plates and the forks are made busy with stabbing and scooping, everyone still stands close to the cakes, ready to refill as soon as possible when plates are empty.

Time passes, more slices are eaten. People slow down, find a seat, aren't so quick to rush to cut another piece. The sugar buzz takes over their minds. They look at each other with dopey half grins, these strangers drunk on cake.

Good times, this whole cake business. Good times.

5 comments:

Kay said...

omg

Marcheline said...

HEY? When did you sneak back here and start posting again? Way to not tell anyone!

As for cakes, I'm all about that raspberry tart thingie. And the double layer gingerbread a few pics down. And.....

michael.offworld said...

It's kind of like the yin of Fightclub. What kind of wine do you serve?

PurestGreen said...

Sorry Marcheline! Because my posts aren't timely or regular I guess I didn't really think about it. And while all the cakes were glorious, there was no wine. Just plenty of tea and coffee. which suited me just fine since I'm not an alcohol person. :)

Some Chilean Woman said...

Did I already mention I want your friends?