Piped Dreams

By Melissa Jornd

Precision. Skill. Countless nights mastering various piping tips. Hundreds of hours spent squeezing bags and perfecting seven types of designs.

It all comes down to this.

I cut the cake’s elegant corner where I’ve piled four vibrantly pink flowers. The mouthwatering smells of vanilla and melted sugar permeate the room.

I deliver the slice. Eyes wide, the judge touches the biggest rose.

Nailed it! She’s always loved pink. I knew this year—

“NOOOOO!” She smashes the flower, licks her hand. Cries. “WANT PURPLE! PURPLE, DADDY! PUUUR-PLEEEEE!”

I look at my teammate, aghast.

She laughs and kisses me. “Maybe next year, chef.”