Cake By The Ocean Novels & Stories

Kimberly brought out a pan of freshly baked muffins from the oven,and carried it to the display glass where she was arranging the hot pastries when the door opened. She turned to their new customer and said. “Welcome to Angel’s bakery. How may I help you?” “I’ll like a cake.” “What’s the occasion?” Kimberly inquired. “My daughter’s seventh year birthday.” “That’s nice. We have some freshly baked cakes of different sizes and shapes in our catalogs. Please come with me.”

I hoped they’d be safe at home with Colin and Casey. When I arrived at the bakery, my coworker, Sandra, was eagerly waiting for me at the entrance. “Hurry up,” she said. “I have good news!” She grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. “We got an offer for one hundred cakes!” she said as soon as we passed over the threshold. “A hundred?” I said with wide eyes. “Yeah. It’s for a lavish business party, and they already pre-paid ten thousand dollars.” She laughed. “Woah. That’s huge. Who’s the client?”

"Well, thank God for that. How did you like the cake I made, Sister?" "It tasted absolutely delicious, Sister. Seriously, it was great. That's why I want to order again for my wedding event. One three-tier cake and five hundred mini tarts. We're planning to hold the event in two weeks. Can you do it, Sister?" Hah, in two weeks? They're in such a hurry to get married. Well, just wait, I'll give you the most wonderful gift at your wedding party.

"Yes, can I please have some dessert. The same rules apply. And then you can bring me the check." He walks away looking baffled once again. I like challenging people around me. He comes back with a big smile on his face. "This is the Bienennstich but our English customers call it the bee sting cake. It has 4 layers. Layer 1 is a sweet years cake. layer 2 is vanilla cream. Layer 3 is a second layer of cake. the last layer is a crunchy, honey-flavored, caramelized almond toppings. This also one of my most favorite desserts." I look at him and see the excitement in his eyes. He honestly wants me to like this dessert.

he asked. “Taking them back,” I replied, smiling. “I like them on my pizza. Hawaiian won’t be Hawaiian without pineapples on top.” While we were eating, a familiar figure that was scanning the tables left and right walked past our spot. I stood up and waved my hand. “Jan!” Jan Clark Rios’ head snapped and a grin flashed across his lips as his eyes met mine. Cara’s ears reddened as the young man walked towards us while Toto’s eyes shot him a dark gaze. Oh? This sure smells like a triangle.

It's a perfect chill dine at the beach, simple and amazing. I got intrigued with the cake because it has a 'pull me' sign, I glance at Anthon who has still a smiled on his face. Alright, this is getting me more curious than earlier judging from the smile on his face I think that he knows something about this but was not willing to tell me what is it.

Chris is a young, polite six-year-old with the whole dictionary, encyclopedia, and other complex text inside his brain as he explains how the Big Bang came about. I met with each other as they welcomed me back and congratulated me on Thea's pregnancy. That I'm going to be an aunt makes me smile. I went to a table and grabbed a cup of punch drink, and finger foods that grandfather had hired to cater this event. Since he first arrived, he was more excited about his great-grandchild than Thea. He bought so much baby stuff and stacked the garage, turning it into a jungle. The table is filled with small delights, cupcakes, cakes, cookies, and mainly a dessert table ordered from a small Filipino-A

After work, George took me to Cake Oasis, a small, family-owned bakery that was recently transformed by the owner's daughter, who created a whimsical-looking sitting space for patrons. “Her face was camera-worthy,” I said, with a mouth full of laughter. “I mean, I don't get why she doesn't like me. I told you she didn't the first time we went to her house, but you kept defending her. Gosh, I've never felt so happier.” The warm and sweet aroma of freshly baked goods floated over us as we talked. A small child ran past carrying a plate of cookies, giggling at his childish joy. George looked distracted. He wasn't fully present in the conversation, and I wondered why. He was still wearing his un

Tony said gruffly, then winked down at Gemma. “Please, guys. I just ate one of Mom’s cinnamon rolls,” Kyle groaned. “I bet you ate the middle one too, didn’t you?” Gemma teased. “Don’t worry, she made a whole cake pan.” “Good. The middle ones are my favorite ones.” “Too bad Dad ate the other one,” Kyle replied. Gemma let out an exaggerated groan and pretended to faint. “But I need that one," she whined. "It has the most frosting, and they’re never as done as the ones on the outside,”

Chapter 19 After the finishing touches, Jayda stared at her just-concluded creation. The two tiers red velvet cake had red crumbs around and layered with dripping like cheese butter frosting coupled with an animated picture of Moana in the middle. It's a couple of minutes past two and she is more than happy to have finished the job on time.