Ode to a Rhubarb & Custard Cake

 

Baking is a science (so they say)

but it is also the highest art form.

 

I float here

like a sweet-toothed angel,

beholding these heavenly

layers of sponge cake

(as light as a sparrow's holiday luggage)

which sandwicheth

the rhubarb conserve

 of the upper spheres so delightfully

(no mere mortal jam here)

and a buttercream custard filling

which no Birds has been near.

Cubes of Wakefield's finest

adorn the top like tiny jewels

set in custardy icing

(straight from God's own piping bag).

 

How have they managed

to replicate the taste of innocence,

the sweetness of childhood,

so exactly?

I tell you truly, dear Morag,

it's a kind of culinary magic.

 

B.R. 10/03/2016