Open Book Cake の小説・ストーリー

Kitty smiled inward. Kitty took it out of the bag, the paper bag looked like the ones in a bookstore, but the cake looked homemade. The rectangular aluminum foil pan was as big as Kitty’s hand. Pieces of chopped strawberries sank on top of creamy frosting. The icing was slightly smudged on the cover since it rested on its side but was still enticing. “Thanks, mom!” “Glad you like it, dear,” the old lady said sadly. Bianca was on the opposite end of the unit, back facing Kitty in front of the static television. She was busy looking at the hamster cage. Kitty went towards her, but Bianca didn’t turn.

“Presentation matters.” When dessert arrives, I laugh so hard I nearly cry. The cake is a perfect peach. Like … not just peach-shaped, but with a tiny stem and a glimmering sugar leaf and even a tiny little dimple where a real peach will have that crease. And a cute, friendly worm sticking out at the side.

It had a list of cakes and images next to them along with the name and description of each cake. “The two I’ve brought for us to sample first is a cheese vanilla cake with mixed berry compote and crushed raspberry cream and the second is a lemon-scented cake with classic cream cheese and lemom-zested cream,” Kristina says as she points from the white and red layered slice with a dark purple cream to the yellow and white layered slice.

Grabbing that box in his hands, he returned back to her. “Open it,” he said after placing that box in front of her. Flora looked at him, confused and then darted her gaze down at that box. “Unbox it, Ora,” he uttered again. Flora finally started opening that box and a soft smile appeared on her face, seeing what was present inside that box. It was a cute and little heart shaped chocolate cake which had even started melting now. ‘Happy Birthday, Princesa’ was written on it. It was not looking professionally baked but it was looking beautiful because she knew it was made with love.

Kas’s POV “Are you sure about this?” My wolf Elexis asks when the timer on the oven goes off. “Absolutely.” I say confidently. “I refuse to be a prisoner in our own home, Lex.” I pull the cupcakes out of the oven. Carrot cake caramel. I’ve been experimenting to perfect the recipe for my bakery for weeks so we can add it to the fall menu. The little browned mounds of cake finally look perfect and smell like heaven. I set them on the cooling rack and make a few notes in my notebook before I go get a shower.

I told him waiting for him to taste the cake that I had chosen for him. “I think I saw one of these but since it looked so plain I didn’t pick it,” he said staring at the plain white frosted cake. “You’ll be pleasantly surprised. Go on and take a bite.” Taking a small bite he tasted the flavors slowly and brightening up he said, “This is good. What is this flavor? I think I can taste some kind of fruit along with liquor.” “Whoa nice, you have good taste buds. It’s a cassata cake. It’s a traditional cake from Sicily,” I explained making him eye me with some interest.

Placing the cakes to the table, her fingers intertwined behind her. “Here’s what i’ve been working on for next week” There was a crack in her voice before she cleared her throat. “There’s the Mint Chocolate, the Hazelnut Almond cake which is quite exquisite although tasty not so much. Less sugar because your mother—“ “She loves sugar” He interrupted flatly and Isa hummed.

Ayla decorated the cake carefully . " You are quite an artist . " said the old woman when looking at the cake . " I try to do my best . I am not good at baking . The only thing I can do is decorate the cake . " said Ayla with a smile . The door of the store opened and Ayla took the three-tiered, luxurious-looking cake near the front door to give it to the customer . The old lady stayed at the corner table to see if the customer was who she thought it was . When she saw the cake , she immediately guessed who was the client that ordered that cake .

“Were you just saying this one is delicious?” Lena gestured toward a small, dome-shaped cake with a blue gradient design. It was decorated with white sugar pearls of various sizes, perfectly sized for two at four inches. Cassian snapped back to attention. "Oh, right. Yeah, this one’s pretty good—and not too sweet, actually." He was a regular at the shop, often buying cakes for his younger sister. Having sampled nearly everything on the menu, his recommendations carried weight, a fact Lena had already guessed.

The rest of his weekend seemed to drag on, his mother walked around with her shoulders slumped. While his father tried everything, he could to console her. Seeing the way, his parents were acting made him want to do something special for them. He thought about leaving the house so they could enjoy alone time but that wasn’t enough. Kenji searched the recesses of his mind to find the perfect desert to make for them. The one that stood out the most was the delectable Opera Cake. Layers of almond sponge cake soaked in coffee syrup with ganache, coffee French buttercream and covered in a chocolate glaze. Yes, that’s the perfect one for them.