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  1. what do you use as the towers for a castle cake?

    okay so im going to make a castle cake but for the towers what do u use ice cream cone or what pls dont say go 2 da bakery and get one or dat is stupid or sat cus i ant up for crap thankz

  2. Does anybody know of a good bakery here in Santa Ana? or anywhere near it?

    My lil sis birthday is comin up and were looking for a baker that can make a castle cake. ASP .THANKS!!

  3. Anyone have a recipe for sugar free butter cream frosting?

    I own a dog bakery, and I currently order a tub of sugar free buttercream frosting from the Cake Castle. WAY too expensive!! I need the frosting to be stiff so I can pipe it.

  4. what should I do further in a short time?

    Hi, I've planned to setup a small time distribution of bakery products like...icing sugar, cornlour, vanilla powder with other bakery raw items. Is it good idea of start-up a bakery or franchise with a top players like Mcrennet, Cake castle. Whatever ideas you have...please do tell me as I would ike to improve my life career in these line.

  5. what do you think about my story?

    i did this short story in such little time, would you mind telling me your thoughts? 'The queen looked down from her throne and scowled, “Get this thing away from me!”. Immediately the guards removed the English Bulldog that just ran in slobbering all over everything. Stray dogs wandered into the castle a lot and when the guards removed them the act usually went unnoticed, but not this time. The queen’s daughter ran into the room and yelled at the guards to leave the adorable puppy alone. The guards were confused, but gently put the dog on the floor and walked out. “Abigail, dear, what do you want with this dumb mutt?!”, the queen asked her daughter. Abigail, or Abby as everyone called her, replied, “Mom, this isn’t a ‘dumb mutt’! This puppy is the most adorable thing on the face of this planet! Can I keep him, Mom? Please, please, please… I‘ll take good care of him, I promise!”. The queen sighed and stared down at the young pooch. Sure, he was pretty lovable looking and was possibly one of the cutest things she had ever seen, but taking in a stray dog was pretty dangerous. The queen took a few minutes to think about her decision, but in the end the pros powered over the cons. “Fine, Abigail. The dog can stay…”, but before she could finish her sentence Abby and the puppy ran out the two front doors. She was just hoping those two would stay out of trouble. Abby was so happy that her mom actually let her keep the puppy. “Bruno,” she said out loud, “would be such a cute name for you”. So that was it, Abby had a new English Bulldog named Bruno and it was time for her to go to town and show Bruno off. As they were on their way to the dog shop, Abby and Bruno heard a weird noise coming from the bushes. Being curious, Abby went and checked it out, while Bruno just lied down and absorbed some sun. All it turned out to be was a little squirrel gathering some nuts. Abby, still turned away from Bruno, said, “It was just a little baby squirrel, Bruno, nothing too scary”. After saying this, Abby expected her new dog to bark or something, but was really surprised when all she heard was silence. She quickly turned around to see Bruno was gone. Abby ran a few feet calling for Bruno, but she heard nothing in response. “Great,” she thought, “I told Mom that I would take care of Bruno, and after a few minutes of having him I’ve already lost him…”. After looking around for what seemed like an hour, Abby thought it would be a good idea to run into town and asked people if they had seen a baby English Bulldog. Running as fast as she could, Abby passed up the bakery, but ran backwards because she felt something had been wrong with the window display. BRUNO! There he was, stuffing his face with every single cake that had been in the bakery window. Abby had no clue what to do! Was she supposed to run inside, get Bruno, and take off? Or what about staying until the owners came back and offering to pay for all the damages her new dog had caused? Abby thought she heard some footsteps behind her, so she quickly turned around and sure enough it was the bakery’s owners. “Quick!”, Abby thought, “What do I do, what do I do?”. She knew she had to tell the owners what had happened and offer them whatever they wanted. So off Abby went, to pull the owners into their shop and talk to them. Twenty minutes into the meeting, there had been a conclusion: Abby had to work in the bakery until her paycheck could cover all the damages Bruno had caused. A few months and twenty seven cakes later, Abby was finished with her job at the bakery. Abby thanked the owners for being so reasonable and giving her a job, and as she was walking out they called for her to wait. “Here you go, Abby”, they said as they handed her a dog leash, “this may be very helpful in the near future…”.' oh i know it's terrible. hahah, i just did it as makeup work for english. hahah. i was just wondering.

  6. Please read new part of my story?

    Pulling out a Ziploc bag of Shreddies from her backpack, she nibbles on the cereal. She’s not going to spend any of her money until she absolutely has to. If she doesn’t spend the money, she won’t have to worry about how to make more. She hikes to the nearest subway station and pays the fare. Once again, it doesn’t matter where she’s going. Jessica hops onto the Bloor Line subway and gets off after a few stops at Castle Frank, just because the name sounds interesting to her. She walks about a block until she sees smells something very yummy. Following the smell, she gets to a bakery, and goes in. Inside the bakery are all kinds of delicious food – cakes and cookies and croissants and much more! Jessica can’t resist buying herself a gingerbread cookie. With her mouth full, she asks the lady behind the desk, “Where are we?” The woman regards her strangely. “In the distillery district, downtown. Why?” Jessica shrugs. “I think I got off the wrong stop on the subway.” “Oh. Jessica doesn’t know where she’s headed, but she knows that she has to keep walking. She needs to get as far away from that house of horrors as possible before even considering taking a rest. Shivering in the cold, dark night, Jessica, her heart racing, picks up the pace. And soon, she’s arrived at the subway station. She pays the fare with what little money she has and boards the subway. There are only a few people on the train so late at night, and all of them look like shady people that Jessica would generally cross the street in order to avoid. Paunchy men with stringy hair and thick beards. But they’re her company tonight, so she ignores them and takes out her book. She stays on the subway until it gets to the last stop, the farthest from home, and then she changes lines. She repeats the process with three different subway lines before getting off. Trying to orient herself a she exits the subway station, she figures that she’s somewhere a couple cities over from her own. Her father will never find her here, but all the same, she walks down the busy street and sticks out her thumb. Most drivers just give her dirty looks as they pass by, and she gets the odd concerned glance, but no one stops to pick Jessica up. After a while, though, a black pick up truck stops. A tall man with dark hair is driving, and a thin woman with brown hair is in the passenger seat. The woman rolls down her window. “What’s a young girl like you doing out here so late at night?” “I’m lost,” replies Jessica. “Can you tell me where I am?” “You’re in Guelph,” answers the woman, and seeing Jessica’s blank look, adds, “About an hour’s drive from Toronto. Where are you from?” “Ottawa,” responds Jessica, feeling a surge of excitement at being so far from home. “Wow! That’s a long way! How did you get here?” “I was on a train,” answers Jessica, trying to stay calm and crossing her fingers behind her back, “and I fell asleep. Can you take me to Toronto?” “Why do you want to go to Toronto?” “Because my cousins have an apartment there. Downtown.” “Where?” asks the woman, a bit skeptically. “Oh, just drop me near the boardwalk,” replies Jessica airily; that’s the only place she remembers from when her class took a trip to Toronto last year. “I know how to get there from the boardwalk.” “All right,” says the woman reluctantly, unlocking the back doors. “Hop in.” Smiling to herself, Jessica climbs into the back seat. They drive in silence for the next hour, until the man in the front seat stops the car and says, “Here we are.” Jessica can vaguely make out the boardwalk in the dark. “Thank you for the ride,” she says politely. “Are you sure you don’t want us to drive us to your cousin’s?” asks the woman in the front seat, evidently concerned. “I’m sure. Thank you.” Jessica gets out of the car and waves to the man and woman as they drive away. Satisfied that her father will never find her here, she starts to walk along the boardwalk, thinking. Then she realizes that this isn’t a very smart thing to do, because being at a beach in the middle of the night is not a good idea. There’s a park right next to the boardwalk. Finding a bench, she lies down and stretches out on it, clutching her backpack with both hands. Soon, Jessica is fast asleep. ***** The next morning, Jessica wakes up to see the golden sun and the clear blue sky overhead. She smiles to herself, glad to be safe. She takes a banana out of her backpack and eats it slowly. Then she leaves the park and goes into the nearest Tim Hortons to use their washroom. Jessica decides to explore. This is all an adventure to her, and she has about $50 left over. She knows she needs to be prudent with her money, but why not walk around the city of Toronto? It’s not like she has anything better to do. Of course, what she really would like is to call Evan and tell him where she is and what happened and get his advice – even hearing his voice would make her feel better – but she knows she can’t do that. Briefly, Jessica wonders whether her father has noticed she’s gone. She checks her watch and sees that it’s 11:27. If she were back at school, she’d be sitting in English class right know. She wonders if Ms. Denholm is worried about her, and if she realizes that Jessica’s run away. Probably she’s very concerned, thinks Jessica with a pang of guilt. Pushing thoughts of her teacher from her mind, she starts to walk along harbour front. She knows there are lots of shops near there, and though she won’t spend her money on anything, it would be nice just to walk around. Lighting a cigarette, Jessica walks up and down the street. She wanders in and out of some small stores, but soon she’s bored of it. Besides, she is also starting to get hungry. Pulling out a Ziploc bag of Shreddies from her backpack, she nibbles on the cereal. She’s not going to spend any of her money until she absolutely has to. If she doesn’t spend th After paying the woman and exiting the bakery, Jessica walks around the distillery district. It’s actually a very interesting place. She walks in and out of art galleries for a while before she gets bored again. Deciding it wouldn’t be prudent to spend her money on the subway, Jessica walks. She walks for about an hour until she reaches a slightly more metropolitan area. The sky is darkening and night is falling. She doesn’t know where she is, and she doesn’t know where she should go. Suddenly overwhelmed by the events of the last 24 hours, Jessica sinks down into a bench on the sidewalk and just cries. Remembering her teacher’s words, “Sometimes when our emotions are overwhelming, it’s good to talk about our feelings and what’s been happening to us,” she realizes how truly alone she is, and she sobs until she’s breathless and out of tears. Then she realizes how unproductive this is. Pull yourself together, Jessica, she orders herself. You have two choices here. Either wallow in self-pity or get a move on and figure out how to survive on your own out here. Jessica looks up and sees a girl about eleven or twelve and a boy who looks to be about sixteen standing over her. “Hey, kid,” says the boy. “You out here all alone?” “Got no one to go back to and no place to go,” returns Jessica. “So yeah, I’m alone.” “Hey!” says the boy with a friendly smile. “So are we! I’m Adam and this is Diana. What’s your name, kid?” “Don’t call me kid,” snaps Jessica. “My name’s Jessica. How old are you guys?” “I’m sixteen and Di is thirteen. We’re brother and sister – been on our own for three years since Mom got a new man and he kicked us outta the house.” “Three years? Wow, that’s a long time!” “You get used to it,” says Adam grimly. “Better be here than back there with that old perv. He was trying to force himself on Diana, and she was just ten – just a little kid.” “Wow,” whispers Jessica, reminded of her own father. Diana is a small, scrawny girl with dark brown hair and huge brown doe eyes. She looks much younger than her thirteen years, and has a sort of fragility about her that tells the world how rough she’s had it. Adam, on the other hand, is tall and muscular, with short brown hair and friendly blue eyes. He looks welcoming and protective of his little sister. “How old are you, Jessica?” asks Adam. “Fourteen.” “And bet you’ve just been on the street one night, haven’t you?” Jessica nods, and Adam continues, “Out here is a scary place. At home, you might’ve thought this would be better, and maybe it is, but it’s tough. You gotta have friends, and you gotta stick together. You gotta be smart and cunning and resourceful. You gotta know your way around and what’s safe and what isn’t. Stay away from the cops and stay away from Regent Park; you’ll end up in trouble if you go near there.” Jessica nods again, and Adam says, “We need our friends out here. You’re new, so you stick with me and Di. No one asks each other’s life story, and if you do, the other kids will get mean. A lot of bad stuff they’ve been through. You don’t ask anyone else what they’re running from, and they won’t ask you. ’Cause let’s face it, out here on the streets of Toronto, no one’s ever running to something – only things they’re running from.” I'm a 14 yr old aspiring writer. Is this good/realistic? How can I improve?