My nostrils fill with the aromas of butter and chocolate, the swirling scents almost visible as I lift the cake out of the oven. The top is rounded to perfection, the loaf a deep brown. I scrape around the sides of the pan, the cake falling gently onto the turntable.
I smile as I get to work, cutting caramelization and sweeping frosting over the porous surface. I add flowers and chocolate bark, making a beautiful building known as dessert.
I quickly grab knife, cutting a slice before grabbing a fork. The prongs sink into the frosting, leaving a trail in its wake. I lift it to my lips and my taste buds melt at its glory.