Pendragon Pete

The Chocolate Cake Varient

Sarah’s silver fork slowly worked its way down through the cake, the top edge slowly being lost into the thick frosting. It almost seemed to swallow the fork as the creamy glaze touched back to itself, seeming to heal, and leaving a tell-tale line as evidence to the fork's trespass. As the fork reached the bottom, and the small triangular piece of cake was pulled away, its soft interior bounced back to its full volume. Sarah excitedly brought the piece to her lips, deliberately unadorned with lipstick as she wanted to make sure there was no chance of anything changing the taste. She slowly pulled the fork from her mouth, and the flavors of the cake came pouring in. The different textures of the chocolate frosting, and the cake melded together in perfect harmony. The cake was moist, soft, and flavorful. The sugar balance to cocoa was ideal. Not too rich, not too bitter, and while no one aspect was overwhelming, the cake itself could be described as perfect. However, it still was not as good as her daughters.