For my dish, I brought a pineapple upside-down cake. While baking, there was a brown sugar glaze that bubbled and boiled, seeping into the sponginess of the cake. You can't really tell that it is there, but you can feel the tanginess of the pineapple. Similarly, poison as a method of murder is subtle - you don't realize it is there until you feel its effects. Pineapple is a rather ironic fruit as it contains enzymes that digest you, while you are digesting it, so an additional complexity lies there, that something we eat is eating us back, unbeknownst to us. Overall, the cake was surprisingly simple to make, and you can find the recipe here.
After trying out all the fun foods creations, we shared our "Darkly Gothic" poems that we created using a generator. This was mine:
Alone in Darkness
the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.
the light for which you pine
flares once, then dies,
smothered by the all‐encompassing dark.all hope must surely perish.
your soul thrives no more.
how could you fail to believe?
shadows surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.
Scary stuff, huh?
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