Red Velvet Poke Cake の小説・ストーリー

"Mom, I want that one." The sweet plea of my son's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I looked down to see my three-year-old pointing eagerly at a cake behind the glass counter, his big eyes filled with hope. The saleswoman smilingly chimed in, "This is our latest creation, a peanut-flavored cake with a whopping fifty percent peanut content. And it comes with our very own handmade Chocolate-Covered Peanuts! This is the last piece we have for today."

"Guess you'll have to plan a royal wedding, then." Cole grinned, "Only if you pick a cake." "I hate red velvet," I said gulping down my wine. "I hate sweet things," he said. "So what will our guest have? Brown bread?" He laughed. "I am really glad you came here, Moonshine." "So am I."

The topping is what caught my attention. The cakes are topped with blobs of cream, small light-pink meringues, baby pink and white macarons, fresh strawberries, white chocolate truffles, and fresh, delicate flowers. "Oh my, that is such a beautiful cake! Thank you!" I say, in awe of the cake that looks like an artwork. "Oh, sure babe! We wanted to make today special for you." Alexia winks at me. "Does anyone have a lighter?" Akham asks. "No, cause yall made me fucking quit smoking… but I bet if you Googled that question… you'll get a few matches… get it.. matches!" Ashton laughs at his own cheesy joke.

I loved how affectionate she had gotten over the last few months. Everyone quieted down when Lexi, and her mom brought the cake in that Lexi spent most of the morning making. When they placed it in front of Jeremy, he beamed at Lexi. “Is this a Lexi special?” Jeremy asked. “Sure is uncle Jeremy. Red velvet with butter cream icing.” Lexi responded with a smile. “Best cake ever made.”

Oh well… The red velvet cake caught my attention, so I decided to try that first. It tasted decent enough, but it was a little too sweet and the texture was perhaps too dry? I was suddenly reminded of the cakes that Reiner used to bake for me. Since he’d been busy spending time by my side, he probably didn’t have time to bake any cake…or do anything else for that matter. “Open wide…” I instructed Reiner as I offer some red velvet cake for him on a silver fork.

Mykhol holds a plate and smiles at me with a comforting grin. Mykhol. I am relieved to see him. Or maybe it’s the plate of food in his hand. Food- I feel my mouth water. I still haven’t had anything to eat properly. I wonder what he has chosen? Something red? I remember the strange comment. What did he mean by that? Do they have red velvet cake? I can see the red pastry with cream cheese frosting in my mind. The sound of it isn’t that appealing, but I am hungry. Perhaps if I give it a bite-

-Before the accident- Early in the morning Angel was already busy with cooking activities. The night before she had bought various kitchen necessities at the supermarket. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this excited. Ah, Angel's food is sure to be fresh and clean considering that what Sean consumes is very guarded. After finishing making food to take to the hospital, she continued to make a birthday cake. Red velvet cake with cream cheese. For the decoration, Angel deliberately made a decoration similar to the Pororo penguin. Angel imagined Harriet's face when she saw her cake. Surely Harriet would scream with joy saying Roro.

Vito stumped everyone. There were tables loaded with treats, everything from delicate finger sandwiches to hand-dipped cake pops shaped like rattles. Shelly even had personalized bottles of sparkling juice labeled “Baby Bimbina Bubbly”. I hadn’t stopped smiling in over an hour. And now, it was time. The cake stood like a tower of sugary mystery in the center of the ballroom. Five tall tiers of fondant, decorated in delicate pastel colors and sparkling edible glitter. On one side, baby blue with tiny gold stars. On the other, soft pink with fluttering butterflies. Across the middle in looping script:

, he says as the cake reaches toward them. The cake is as delightful to the senses as it is to the palette. At its heart lies a sumptuous chocolate core, a rich and indulgent surprise hidden within. This chocolate inside is like a secret treasure, waiting to be discovered by those who delve into the cake's layers. The exterior of the cake is a canvas of the softest pink frosting, a hue that whispers of gentle affections and joyous celebrations. It’s not just a color but an emotion, one that evokes the tender bloom of a spring rose under the morning sun.

I can't be this way when I have an important client to attend to in an hour. I dig into the paper bag to find two boxes inside. Opening the first one, as mentioned, there are two cupcakes that is my favorite flavor. But they're in green color as she called it ‘green velvet’, fit for a Hulk. Halfway through the first cupcake, I open another box wondering if they are also the same as this or a different kind- the one I've always preferred which is the ‘red’ velvet. But my munch stops at the sight of a silk eye mask. Fuck.