The sponge
Drop the first layer.
Vanilla sponge, baked the night before so it holds its shape. It lands, it bounces, it settles.
A small cake shop on Mill Lane
Built layer by layer.
Our Sunday sponge, from the first bounce to the last candle. Scroll down and watch it rise on the stand.
Scroll to build
The cream
Spread it thin, turn the stand.
Mascarpone from the middle out. The stand does the turning, the spatula stays still.
The berries
Let it rain berries.
Raspberries, blueberries and strawberries, wherever they land. No two cakes look the same inside.
The stack
Second layer, gently.
Just enough weight for the cream to peek out at the edges, and no more.
The glaze
Pour it warm, let it drip.
Dark chocolate, warm but never hot, so it rolls over the edge in slow, fat drips.
The piping
One swirl per turn.
Raspberry buttercream round the rim. The bag stays put and the stand brings every spot to it.
The candles
Light them all.
Striped candles in the middle. Make a wish before the knife comes out.
The slice
Two cuts, lift it out.
Sponge, cream, berries, sponge, glaze. Scroll back up and the cake comes apart again.
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