Purple Velvet Cake

Once upon a sprinkle, deep in the enchanted oven of dreams, a shy little ube decided she was tired of being mistaken for “just a yam.” She wanted to be fabulous. So she slipped into her silkiest vanilla-cream gown, fluffed her marshmallow petticoat, and twirled right into a buttercream ballroom.

The batter blushed a royal shade of violet as sweet cream and sugar clouds swirled around her, whispering compliments about her glow. The air smelled like a bakery in heaven — warm, soft, and just a little mischievous. A few buttercream dollops couldn’t resist joining the dance, twinkling like frosting tiaras under the golden oven light.

When the timer dinged, Purple Velvet Cake emerged in all her fluffy glory — smooth, creamy, and absolutely decadent. One bite (or sniff) and you’re wrapped in a cozy vanilla hug, dusted with marshmallow dreams and sweet cream giggles.

It’s not just cake. It’s dessert royalty with a playful streak — the kind that shows up to a tea party in a tiara and leaves everyone asking, “Is it rude to lick the air?”