After making blueberry mochi cake, my next thought was, why not try another fruit? Strawberries seemed like a good idea. Tart and sweet, just like blueberries, with that distinctive bright red color.
But who would have thought to put rice flour into a cake? The traditional, Japanese texture of mochi, combined with the Western taste of butter and cake. How would that magical combination have even happened?
Kevin was in a pickle. He had signed up to bake something for the annual Japanese-American Festival in town, and he had been tasked with creating something distinctly Japanese-American. This would be easy, he had originally thought. Something Japanese, inspired by his grandparents. Something American, something from the land where he was born and raised.
Or so he thought. It turned out that this task was harder than he had anticipated. He thought he could just throw some green tea in for the Japanese part, some apple pie-like filling in for the American part, but that was playing way too much into stereotypes, not to mention how bad it tasted.
Fretting over the looming deadline wasn’t doing much for his creativity, so Kevin took a stroll out into Japantown, hoping for some inspiration. He turned a corner and ran straight into someone. They were both knocked backwards by the impact, and as Kevin started to think of a choice phrase to utter, he looked up to see a cute girl in front of him, and all of his anger melted away like ice under a blow dryer.
“I’m so sorry!” the girl said, sheepishly looking down at her feet.
“Oh no no, it’s my fault,” Kevin stammered, totally distracted by the cute brown eyes of the Asian girl before him. “I’m Kevin, by the way,” he said, with an intense desire to know her name.
“Jennifer,” she replied, extending her hand to his. As their palms touched, Kevin could swear he felt a hint of a spark between them.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jennifer, and sorry about bumping into you,” Kevin said. “Can I buy you a coffee?”
“Oh no really don’t worry about it,” she replied, as Kevin’s face sank. Noticing his disappointment, she quickly said, “But I would love to get some bubble tea or something, I’m so thirsty!”
Kevin didn’t have much of a poker face, an obvious grin spreading throughout his face. “Great, I love bubble tea too! My favorite place is just around the corner…”
He somehow managed to be the perfect gentleman during their little boba date. He opened the door for her, he paid for her drink, he laughed at the right moments, he showed just the right amount of confidence. He was winning Jennifer over as quickly as Obama won the black vote in his state.
The Japanese-American Festival came up in conversation, and Kevin related his troubles in coming up with an appropriate baked good.
“You know, I’ve always loved mochi,” said Jennifer, whose parents were Chinese. “My parents sometimes bought some at the Japanese market when I was younger, and I love that chewy texture.”
“Mochi is something my mom makes sometimes, and I love it too!” Kevin said excitedly. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, but maybe mochi is something I could put in my baked item…”
The wheels were turning in Kevin’s head. Meanwhile, Jennifer’s eyes grew wider, and her mouth wetter as she thought about mochi. “Maybe I could come over and help you bake something!” she blurted out.
Kevin was caught by surprise. He didn’t even imagine he could get this cute girl before him into his house by date three, and here she was, offering to come over. She looked slightly embarrassed by her outburst, but appeared to have no intention of taking it back.
“I would love it if you could help me,” Kevin said coolly, not wanting to give away the giddy enthusiasm brewing within. They took their tea to go, walking the short distance back to Kevin’s apartment.
“It’s a little messy…” Kevin said sheepishly, as he opened the door to let Jennifer in.
“Oh not at all! My apartment’s just like this,” Jennifer said, telling a small lie. “Now let’s get to the kitchen.” Kevin loved a woman who took charge like that.
They looked through the fridge together, combing for possible ingredients to combine with the mochi. Sticks of butter beckoned Kevin. “Cake? Just a regular cake? With mochi instead of flour?”
“That just might work!” Jennifer was excited by Kevin’s sudden inspiration. “Mmm, butter and mochi, I can taste it now…”
They started making a batter. The usual good stuff that goes into cake: butter, sugar, eggs. Except instead of regular flour, they added rice flour, which is the foundation for mochi. The batter went into a baking pan and then into the oven.
Kevin, ever the gentleman, offered Jennifer a drink. It was getting dark, so a cocktail felt appropriate. He whipped up his signature lychee martini that never failed to impress. It worked like a charm. “This is the most delicious cocktail I’ve ever had!” she swooned.
Pouring himself one as well, they both quickly got through their cocktails, delicious as they were. Inhibitions lowered, they talked about what seemed like everything: first kisses, exes, crushes. They started on adjacent cushions on the couch, and by the time they got to talking about their first sexual experiences, they were cuddling together.
But just as it was getting hot, the oven timer went off like an annoying parent butting in on a child’s date. Neither of them was willing to let perfectly good cake go to waste just for the sake of making out, though, so they rushed over to the kitchen to pull out their creation. The kitchen was flooded with the heavenly aroma of butter and sugar. Poking at the cake yielded a delightfully spongy texture that only mochi could provide.
Kevin turned out the cake onto a cooling rack before cutting into it. They both took a small rectangle out of the cake and popped it into their mouths. Smiles spread across their two mouths simultaneously, as four eyes opened wide with pleasure. The richness from the butter, combined with the chewiness of the mochi, was a combination from heaven.
Arousing the taste buds often causes sexual arousal in human beings, and the two human beings enjoying the mochi cake were no exception. They leapt at each other like feral foxes in heat, lips meeting in the middle shortly before tongues started to furiously joust with each other.
Amidst their fervent kissing, they somehow managed to make their way to Kevin’s bed, where he gently placed Jennifer on her back, simultaneously removing her top. She returned the favor, removing Kevin’s shirt, revealing a toned upper body that displayed no hint of the amount of baked goods he consumed.
Her bra was next to go, and Kevin enjoyed the sight of Jennifer’s perky and perfectly-sized breasts. Jennifer, feeling self-conscious with Kevin’s eyes staring directly at her exposed chest, quickly reached for his belt buckle and took off his belt in one swift motion. She undid the button and zipper of his jeans and yanked them off, uncovering a tent in his boxers. She was flattered by his arousal.
Kevin’s turn was next, removing Jennifer’s pants. She was afraid her moistness would show through her panties, but thankfully, the cotton hid it well. Her hand went into his boxers, gripping his manhood, eliciting a moan from Kevin. Without hesitation, he reached into her panties and inserted two of his fingers into her sex. She could feel his fingers rubbing against her clitoris, causing her to feel even more moisture developing down there.
They could hardly wait to get the remaining article of clothing off of each of their bodies, and so they did, and they continued to passionately kiss, unencumbered by human garments. Their fluids were coating their nether regions; penetration was imminent.
Kevin inserted his penis into her vagina, sliding it in effortlessly thanks to all of their natural lubrication. They simultaneously moaned, and Kevin started thrusting deeper and deeper into Jennifer.
The tip of his penis was grazing the sweet spot, and Jennifer’s eyes rolled further backwards into her head, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure emanating inside of her. Kevin himself was getting wetter and wetter with each thrust, her vagina enveloping his penis in a cloud of warmth and wetness.
The thrusting increased in intensity and frequency, sweat glistening on both of their bodies. Like a volcano nearing its eruption, Kevin was nearing his climax, his moans getting louder by the second. He soon released a torrent of semen right into Jennifer, extraordinary pleasure erupting from his penis and spreading throughout his whole body.
The pulsation and ejaculation inside of her were enough to send Jennifer over the edge as well, as she let out a primitive scream in the midst of the most extreme ecstasy her body had ever experienced. She nearly lost consciousness from the orgasm, her head snapping back from the shock.
Kevin pulled out of Jennifer and lay next to her, both of them sweating and out of breath. Their warm bodies cuddling against each other, they were both so incredibly happy, happy that they had made such sweet love, happy that they had created an amazing confection together.
Gosh well my mochi-making experience wasn’t nearly as intense, but here’s a recipe for strawberry mochi cake, which is basically identical to the one for blueberry mochi cake.
Strawberry Mochi Cake
1 cup butter, melted
2 cups sugar
1 (12 ounce) can evaporated milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
4 eggs
1 (1 pound) box mochiko
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 cup diced strawberries
- Preheat oven to 350F.
- Mix the melted butter and sugar together until well-blended.
- Add the evaporated milk and vanilla, and mix until combined.
- Add the eggs, and mix until combined.
- Add the mochiko and baking powder, and mix until combined.
- Fold the diced strawberries into the batter.
- Pour the batter into a greased 9×13 baking pan.
- Bake at 350F for about an hour, or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean.
- Let cool in the pan before turning out the cake and cutting into pieces.
The batter. Just like the blueberry mochi cake, everything in one bowl. Very simple.
The batter gets poured into a 9×13 pan.
Nice and golden brown after 50 minutes.
And then cut into small squares. Or rectangles.
The strawberries somehow didn’t work as well as the blueberries. Perhaps they were too watery. Or too tart. Still a delicious mochi cake, but I preferred the blueberry version.