Everything frosted is not always sweet. Especially when it comes to Hummingbird Bakery in Dubai, sweet can sometimes mean bubblegum flavored stale frosting. A bit like my first boyfriend, the slice of their famous Rainbow cake had us making faces my mother had warned me never to make (“your face will become like that!”) Gosh mummy, if you only tasted this cake, you wouldn’t blame me.
I am enraged because I love cakes. My sweet tooth runs as deep as my genes, I know my sweets from the sugary fineness of filo pastries that accompany Darjeeling afternoon tea to diabetes striking blueberry donuts from Krispy Kreme. Like children to their mother, I don’t choose my favorites; every sweet that spikes up your blood sugar levels has a reason to be in your life. Sometimes to celebrate your promotion or just your birth in this world and sometimes to comfort you like the best friend you never knew you had. All the diet books are lying; desserts love you enough to stick you to your waist forever, if only the men I loved showed me that sort of commitment!
Six months ago, my American friend Arya texted me on one of the rare moments when our time zones matched; “How is Dubai?” One typical answer and a few laments about dating being horrible across borders she exclaimed, “I am in London and I love Hummingbird Bakery! Oh you must go!”
Highly recommended, I chose the safe options of my own favorite bakeries for months. Alas, I was not wrong. For the first time, in a very long time, that slice of cake was left untouched. I felt selfish, so I asked my friend to taste it.
Maybe it was a bad apple, but neither of us had the guts to try anything else.