
....The most prominent object was a long table with a tablecloth spread on it, as if a feast had been in preparation when the house and the clocks all stopped together, An epergne or center-piece of some kind was in the middle of this cloth; it was so heavily overhung with cobwebs that its form was quite indistinguishable... and, as I looked along the yellow expanse out of which I remember its seeming to grow, like a black fungus, I saw speckled-legged spiders with blotchy bodies running home to it, and running out from it, as if some circumstance of the greatest public importance has just transpired in the spider community. I heard the mice too, rattling behind the panels, as if the same occurrence were important to their interests. But the black beetles took no notice of the agitation, and groped about the hearth in a ponderous elderly way, as if they were short-sighted and hard of hearing, and not on terms with one another. 'What do you think that is?' she asked me, again pointing with her stick; 'that, where the cobwebs are?''I can't guess what it is, ma'am.' 'It's a great cake. A bride-cake. Mine!' (Charles Dickens, Great Expectations).

Cake artist - Lindsey Sciaroni
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