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A description of a cake
Just to practice on evolving my language to a wider vocabulary.
You could hear the rusten ricketing of the pan as it was carefully taken out of the old wooden stove.
Instantly the sensation of rich, flowing and full scents filled the air. The kitchen itself was damp, and the chefs stood around the cake, slowly easing it out of its pan and on to a round, shiny glass plate.
With stupefying expertise and adroitness one of them grabbed a whisk, and started to beat and cudgel a large portion of golden, luscious and rich caramel fudge. The velvety frosting was folded over and over, leaving small traces of where it before had been folded, and ever so slowly - going paler. Every now and then he lifted the whisk and the flowing, silky contents of the bowl slowly let go of the whisk and formed white, sharp tops, like a chain of snowy mountains.
Another chef rushed through the damp kitchen and grabbed hold of the bowl filled with wondrous little mountains and carried it over to the cake. With a spatula a third chef started to spread and unfold the meringued and heavy cream over the golden brown cake, parts of the tantalizing and appealing frosting partly melting into the cake.
As the savory and delicious cake was tucked away under the angelic cream, another three chefs were pouring a shiny and generous portion of melted dark chocolate on to a marble cutting board. Quickly they cut out shapes of leaves and branches, even tiny little berries, and flowers that looked so real, you would nearly lean over and try to smell them if you were there.
Once again a flow of scents gently caressed the nostrils of the present as candied lemon and strawberry was taken out from the blazing and flickering oven.
At another corner, a tray of muffins was being covered in a thin layer of coconut icing, the exotic flavour seemingly creating a different atmosphere.
A last, fat chef took hold of the cooled chocolate foliage and arranged it around on the cake, filling in any gaps with candied lemon and sugar-covered strawberries.
They all knew very well, because things went to a sudden still, steam stopped to fume, water stopped to foam, glowing embers stopped to smoke, and the kitchen stopped to clatter. The sensation of rich and attractive cake slowly filled the silenced room, like a carpet of pure perfection.
they had in fact made, this very indefectible, faultless, pure, paradisiacal, absolute and perfect cake.
You could hear the rusten ricketing of the pan as it was carefully taken out of the old wooden stove.
Instantly the sensation of rich, flowing and full scents filled the air. The kitchen itself was damp, and the chefs stood around the cake, slowly easing it out of its pan and on to a round, shiny glass plate.
With stupefying expertise and adroitness one of them grabbed a whisk, and started to beat and cudgel a large portion of golden, luscious and rich caramel fudge. The velvety frosting was folded over and over, leaving small traces of where it before had been folded, and ever so slowly - going paler. Every now and then he lifted the whisk and the flowing, silky contents of the bowl slowly let go of the whisk and formed white, sharp tops, like a chain of snowy mountains.
Another chef rushed through the damp kitchen and grabbed hold of the bowl filled with wondrous little mountains and carried it over to the cake. With a spatula a third chef started to spread and unfold the meringued and heavy cream over the golden brown cake, parts of the tantalizing and appealing frosting partly melting into the cake.
As the savory and delicious cake was tucked away under the angelic cream, another three chefs were pouring a shiny and generous portion of melted dark chocolate on to a marble cutting board. Quickly they cut out shapes of leaves and branches, even tiny little berries, and flowers that looked so real, you would nearly lean over and try to smell them if you were there.
Once again a flow of scents gently caressed the nostrils of the present as candied lemon and strawberry was taken out from the blazing and flickering oven.
At another corner, a tray of muffins was being covered in a thin layer of coconut icing, the exotic flavour seemingly creating a different atmosphere.
A last, fat chef took hold of the cooled chocolate foliage and arranged it around on the cake, filling in any gaps with candied lemon and sugar-covered strawberries.
They all knew very well, because things went to a sudden still, steam stopped to fume, water stopped to foam, glowing embers stopped to smoke, and the kitchen stopped to clatter. The sensation of rich and attractive cake slowly filled the silenced room, like a carpet of pure perfection.
they had in fact made, this very indefectible, faultless, pure, paradisiacal, absolute and perfect cake.
by
Tora
Happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday dear Audun,
happy birthday to you!
Hurra for deg som fyller ditt år
ja deg vil vi gratulere
alle i ring omkring deg vi står
og ser når du vil marsjere
bukke, nikke, neie, snu oss omkring
danse for deg med hopp og sprett og spring
ønsker deg av hjertet alle gode ting
og si meg så hva vil du mere?
gratulere!
HURRA!
høyt våre flagg vi svinger hurra
ja nå skal vi riktig feste
dagen er din og dagen er bra
og du er den aller beste
se deg om i ringen hvem du vil ha
danse en dans med den du helst vil ha
vi vil alle sammen svinge oss så gla'
for en av oss vil bli den neste -
til å feste!
HURRA!
I wrote that myself, but my primary-school memories are fading, so it might be a tiny bit incorrect. <3
Happy birthday!
happy birthday to you
happy birthday dear Audun,
happy birthday to you!
Hurra for deg som fyller ditt år
ja deg vil vi gratulere
alle i ring omkring deg vi står
og ser når du vil marsjere
bukke, nikke, neie, snu oss omkring
danse for deg med hopp og sprett og spring
ønsker deg av hjertet alle gode ting
og si meg så hva vil du mere?
gratulere!
HURRA!
høyt våre flagg vi svinger hurra
ja nå skal vi riktig feste
dagen er din og dagen er bra
og du er den aller beste
se deg om i ringen hvem du vil ha
danse en dans med den du helst vil ha
vi vil alle sammen svinge oss så gla'
for en av oss vil bli den neste -
til å feste!
HURRA!
I wrote that myself, but my primary-school memories are fading, so it might be a tiny bit incorrect. <3
Happy birthday!
by
Tora
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