{"id":19752,"date":"2024-11-04T13:09:53","date_gmt":"2024-11-04T12:09:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=19752"},"modified":"2024-11-10T13:20:21","modified_gmt":"2024-11-10T12:20:21","slug":"daily_3537_-_bad_cake_good_cake","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2024\/11\/04\/daily_3537_-_bad_cake_good_cake\/","title":{"rendered":"Daily: 3537 &#8211; bad cake, good cake"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We had a mini-celebration at work for having finished a feature we&#8217;ve worked on for a while. For some reason, Swedes&#8217; go-to celebration cake is <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Princess_cake\">princess cake<\/a> which is the most unsatisfying cake ever. It looks sort of festive, I guess, but what you get is a large amount of marzipan, covering a cloying sponge, loads of sweet whipped cream, and a bit of raspberry jam. It&#8217;s sugary and fluffy and that&#8217;s it. There is no texture and barely any flavour. If I never see another princess cake in my life, I won&#8217;t feel even a moment of sadness.<\/p>\n<p>I took a sliver to be polite and felt no temptation to eat more. And then I got a stomach ache from all the lactose in the cream. I thought the sliver was small enough to be safe, but no. Not worth it.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>In the evening Ingrid came home with tartelettes from the bakery where she works. A thin, crumbly crust; blackcurrant curd; Italian merengue with a delicate raspberry flavour. A flavour explosion in every bite. This is what a cake should be like.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/daily_4\/3537_tartelette.jpg\" class=\"x6y45\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We had a mini-celebration at work for having finished a feature we&#8217;ve worked on for a while. For some reason, Swedes&#8217; go-to celebration cake is princess cake which is the most unsatisfying cake ever. It looks sort of festive, I guess, but what you get is a large amount of marzipan, covering a cloying sponge, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,745,768],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19752","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dailies","category-food_and_cooking","category-photography-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19752","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19752"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19752\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19754,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19752\/revisions\/19754"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19752"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19752"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19752"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}