Daria Dares the Flavor Wheel — Under the violet lamps of the midnight dessert salon, Daria set herself a private dare: choose the first bite by tracing the fanciest swirl, not by sniffing for chocolate. Read the full story →
Under the violet lamps of the midnight dessert salon, Daria set herself a private dare: choose the first bite by tracing the fanciest swirl, not by sniffing for chocolate. The cake smelled of almond steam and sugared berries, and each wedge offered a different little maze beneath her fork. She followed a paisley, then a flower, then a stern row of diamonds. At the center, the frosting seemed to grin; the boldest pattern tasted exactly like cucumber lemonade. Daria laughed so hard her spoon rang, and she took her next brave bite by tracing the fanciest swirl.