One of our joint Christmas Presents this year was a sponge cake given to us by our very kind Japanese next-door neighbors. In all honesty, it was in a box, so I had no idea the box actually contained a cake. I suspected a thin bottle of rice wine or something else instead. I only just now opened it in the midst of getting the Christmas stuff put away and discovered that it was in fact a cake. No frosting, no decorations, no flavoring really,
just cake. It's cake as interpreted by a Zen Buddhist monk -
just cake. It's cake as interpreted by a Zen Buddhist monk - "When you have stripped away the chocolate frosting, icing flowers and sparkle candies, then only the true soul of the cake can remain." The consistency is pretty nice, the taste is pretty nice but being an American I can't help but feel like there should be a cream filling in the center. Maybe I am just a decadent Westerner after all.
