Bounty Cake; Acme Bar & Coffee

First day at work fasting. I think I'm doing okay so far. I went to Bijou during lunch just to look at their cupcakes but I was the model of restraint (I mean, other than the fact that I went to press my nose against the glass at a cupcake shop during fasting month) and I didn't buy any. And I've been trying to stay hydrated so religiously that I drink water constantly after breaking fast, and as a result have to wake up to pee like five times during the night (so maybe will tone down the hydration thing. I'm pretty sure any benefit I get from drinking so much is being erased by lack of sleep).

In memory of lunchtime desserts, I present you with the Bounty cake from Acme Bar and Coffee.

I hate coconuts, don't eat or drink any coconut derivatives, and don't eat Bounty chocolate bars. But I love this cake. I know this doesn't make sense, but when weighing out whether to stay true to the logical principle that if I don't like coconut stuff, then I wouldn't like this cake, against Bounty cake's mutiple layers of sponge cake and cream and chocolate and coconut shavings: the cake prevailed, and logic failed. 

This is the gastronomical equivalent of when you totally have a type and you meet someone/a cake who/that is totally not your type but then you end up marrying them/eating it. So the moral of the story is do not restricted by your types; true happiness could be lying at the bottom of that food you totally hate and in that hipster bar you refuse to set foot into because you're not a hipster! (Examples are for purely illustrative reasons and have nothing to do with my life at all.)

The blogger no longer has a guy type but still hates coconuts. I mean if she WANTED to ingest something slimy and milky, she could just eat jello and drink milk.

I Heart Geek(cake)s

I promise I do more at work than troll the internet for pictures of cakes, but the combination of only having ten more days of work to go before I leave for my new job, the slow motion free fall rollercoaster that is the Kuala Lumpur Composite Index, and the impending gloom over the financial markets somehow makes it difficult for me to muster enthusiasm and productivity.

Also I found a photo of a Super Mario wedding cake, and, well, the result of the clicking around that followed that discovery is this collection of cakes that only a nerd would love. Geekcakes! This is for you, gooseypanties.

All three of those cakes are wedding cakes. Umm. Yeah. Good luck with the marriage guys. (I am KIDDING, nerd apologists)

Linux the Penguin

Blue the Apple Cake (I wonder if it IS apple cake! Because that would be so fitting)

OPTIMUS PRIME (at first I was like huh, a fire truck, what's the biggie)

The desktop cake cousin of Abah's laptop, front and back view


And my favourite... Rubik's Cube Cake!

Chocolate Fudge Cake; The Daily Grind

Because I've been neglecting my poor little pink blogspot baby for too long, I now have a backlog of photos to post and a yawning hole in the part of my brain that retains restaurant and food information. Hari Raya, Brunei, my family, a global financial meltdown and a goose have been preoccupying me of late. Also since I sold Hermes the iPhone (I miss you intensely but sadly our very touching relationship--see what I did there?!--was just not meant to be) I've been dependent on other people's cameras, which makes picture taking both inconvenient and inconsistent.

Yes, yes, excuses are for wimps and the faint-hearted. But you know what's NOT for the faint-hearted (unsuccessful segue but hey YOU try it)? Giant slices of chocolate fudge cake.

I loveeee monster cakes that figuratively attempt to devour you at the same time that you are literally attempting devour them; I loveeee the challenge. Also please be mollified by this peace offering; I really am trying to update more.

Lunch Dessert; Red Box Plus, Pavilion

Damn you, Red Box karaoke and your buffet lunch special! I was coerced into attending because I: a) did not want to be a spoilsport partypooper, and b) did not really want to admit to my colleagues that I can't sing. Also reason c) (buffet for lunch! buffet for lunch!) factored into my decision making.


Sadly, neither the savoury courses nor the desserts were particularly remarkable (I don't even remember what I took a picture of but if I were to hazard a guess I'd say... coffee something, strawberry something, chocolate something, and mango something) but at least I had something to stuff into my mouth whenever the microphone was passed to me.

Even more sadly, I was eventually forced to sing. To Mariah Carey and Leona Lewis and Beyonce and Celine Dion songs. Yes, cruel coworkers, its not like those singers have ridiculously flexible voices and can hit ridiculous notes that I of the bullfrog singing voice cannot reach or anything. Luckily, most people I work with sound like bullfrogs (okay so I am mainly referring to the men, which just makes the fact that I sing like a bullfrog all the more stranger because I apparently have a high speaking voice... the point is I was not alone in my dissonant state) so the room sounded like a cacophonous tone deaf choir for about two hours last Thursday. A tone deaf choir with an affinity for the Carpenters and long deceased Chinese singers (my colleagues are old... and mostly Chinese) and the Spice Girls (I may have been the sole 80's baby in the room but I was the also the one holding the remote control).

Chocolate Moist; Alexis, Bangsar

Was not moist. At all. In fact, should have been called Chocolate Dry-and-Crumbles-In-Your-Mouth instead.

I am ashamed to admit I enjoyed it anyway, because you can pretty much drip hot melted chocolate over anything and I will instantly and automatically become a fan. An even better idea would have been to not bake the cake at ALL (seeing as the highlight of the dessert was actually the melted chocolate, it wouldn't have been a huge loss) and leave it as batter. Then the whole THING would be a veritable soup of Chocolate Moist and the decision to become aqueous would be the cake's way of rebelling against its previously deceptive "moist"-but-in-actuality-dry-as-sandpaper form by going the extreme in the other direction. I realize that salmonella is an unpleasant disease and one should not make a habit of eating raw eggs, sugar and cocoa powder, but I blame this perverse addiction on my former maid, who was either unaware of salmonella or was trying to poison me because I would smack her butt fifty times a day for fun. Whenever she made cake she'd ply my sisters and me with cake batter. Also she would make us fight for it. In retrospect this behaviour seems very suspect. I probably didn't notice it at the time because I was too busy licking bowls of cake batter.

Chocolate Mille Crepe Cake, Food Foundry

A little memuaking because/and consequently it wasn't sweet enough. I know exactly what my mom will say when she reads this: your sweet tooth is insanely developed/you need to cut down on your sugar intake because you are now too used to eating things that are too sweet and too salty and too bad for you/you are tempting fate with your inherited diabetic genes.

YES, UMI, I KNOW. But the truth is the truth and you raised me to be a straight-talking honest young lady (except when it's better to tell a white lie, which, come on, isn't really a lie at all) and it really WAS lacking in the sweetness department.

I also know exactly what she is thinking right now: Nurul Iman you are also too much of a smartass.

Noir; Starbucks

Refused to patronize Dome and consume yet more lardy, soggy, rage-inducing "cake", so dragged the d-a-double-d-y to Starbucks.

Starbucks KLCC needs a wider cake selection. Seriously. Coffee Bean is kicking your double-fish-tailed ass.

Birthday Food; Home

Reasons I am putting Family Birthday Tea (Happy birthday Daddy-o and Monkey Boy) photographs up although I was not there:
i) Everything looks too yummy for me NOT to put photographs up
ii) I was there in spirit
iii) I wish I was there :(