I can't tell her, because I don't know what anything is.

As a result, every cake selection I have ever made in the shop is based entirely on aesthetic quality.Įventually, one of the lovely staff members asks what I want. The last thing I want is for someone to think I don't know what I'm doing. If it was labelled, I probably wouldn't know what the labels meant.Īnd I'm British, which means I am not only ignorant, I am also proud. Everything looks like something you want to climb inside just so you can eat your way back out. Whenever I go into the shop, I spend a little while staring, slightly slack-jawed, at the counter of desserts. I can't even pronounce the name of the place, for goodness sake. The only problem is, visiting this cake shop makes me feel a little bit racist, and a lot ignorant. It's a bit like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. It is, perhaps, one of the most incredible shops in the world, filled with the most amazing traditional Polish desserts, pastries, and pies. In a side street in Swindon town centre, there's a little Polish cake shop. Dark Darker Darkest - Radioactive Expansion

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