Cherry Almond Streusel Cake
by Claire King
I am baking you a cake,
It is rising in the gas oven, which is no good for cakes;
Twenty years old or more; all the heat is at the bottom.
I beat the mixture silently with a wooden spoon after the children had gone to bed so that no-one would lick the bowl;
It's not that kind of cake.
I used almonds, both ground and sliced,
Bitter chocolate and a whole layer of sour cherries with their hearts thrust out,
Tomorrow we will eat it in anger,
The sugar hiding the taste of burning.
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True story.
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Enjoyed.
Relationship cake.
"Bitter chocolate and a whole layer of sour cherries with their hearts thrust out"
That says it all to me.
Nice.
Thanks guys. I actually wrote this while the cake was rising. I was right, it was burnt.
It was my six year old who saw me stoning the cherries who remarked that it looked sad, although I was removing their hearts.
She really is well adjusted, just a little poetic!