Recipe: Black Sesame Chiffon Cake Recipe »
This dark goddess that I've named Vanessa after the name I always wanted as a teenager, is a real beauty. She is a chiffon sponge with a dark grey exterior and a mysterious black sesame flavour base. The rest is a beautiful lightness where she is lifted to the heavens with whisked egg whites and sugar. Last but not least, her decoration is a jewellery box selection of the prettiest, brightest berries, cut to glisten on top. Approach Vanessa with nothing but adoration!
I did get a bit carried away there but I think if it were possible to fall in love with the look of a cake, it would be this one (for me at least). The collar of rubied berries is perhaps one of the easiest ways to decorate a cake and is ideal for anyone that doesn't like complicated icing. The fruit produces a simple but devastatingly pretty adornment. Black sesame is a beautiful flavour-usually thought of in the context of Asian desserts. It's slightly smokey, sweet and enticing and lends its beautifully to a chiffon sponge cake. And well you know what I'm like with sponge cakes at the moment. Like a black dress, you can never have too many.
This year I travelled with some really lovely writers, well most of them were except for one lady-it was a case of mutual disinterest. Every time I started to talk she would get up and walk off or start looking around and every time she opened her mouth (which was a lot of the time) I would look away put my earphones in. Most of the time though, writers are usually really nice to be around. And sometimes you end up forging unexpected bonds with each other.
After dinner one night there were two writers that decided to open a bottle of wine in one of their rooms and continue talking. It wasn't what you think and it was more two people that had found that they had conversation and a somewhat strange vocation (travel writing) in common. One of them brought up the topic of the music that she would like played at her funeral and put on a soundtrack for her wannabe funeral, all played from the tinny sounds of her phone. They drank, they danced and they talked their ideal funeral. It perhaps sounds maudlin but it wasn't from their perspective. I mean I guess it's a practical thing no? You don't want the song that you hate played at your funeral (and for the record Mr NQN if you are reading, it's this version of Purple Rain for mine pretty please).
And I'd like Vanessa served up too along with about a dozen cakes...
So tell me Dear Reader, do you find talking about funeral songs depressing? Have you chosen your funeral song? And do you like black sesame as a flavour? Do you like icing or decorating cakes or do you prefer baking the cake itself?
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