房间里充满了温暖的黄油,糖,柠檬和鸡蛋的气味,五个时计时器嗡嗡作响,我掏出蛋糕,将其放在炉灶上。房子很安静。一碗糖霜就在柜台上,准备去,蛋糕是最好的蛋糕,而我真的不可能等待,所以我伸出了蛋糕锅的侧面,到达最不明显的部分,然后脱下一块温暖的深金色的海绵。用巧克力冰镇。将整个东西弹出到我的嘴里。
(The room filled with the smell of warming butter and sugar and lemon and eggs, and at five, the timer buzzed and I pulled out the cake and placed it on the stovetop. The house was quiet. The bowl of icing was right there on the counter, ready to go, and cakes are best when just out of the oven, and I really couldn't possibly wait, so I reached out to the side of the cake pan, to the least obvious part, and pulled off a warm spongy chunk of deep gold. Iced it all over with chocolate. Popped the whole thing into my mouth.)