Wolf bite

We had a very special week over here at WolfBite. Both Danny Wang (my marketing assistant), and yours truly celebrated out 18th birthdays. So in celebration, I've decided to post some pics of some of the coolest birthday cakes I've seen.

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They all seem so similar to us, but as Huey and I walked in, we instantly felt the difference in each store. Whole foods instantly gave us the feeling as if we were in a secret society, but looking past that, we instantly fell in love with the place. The artisan style offerings pleased our senses as they looked, smelled, and even sounded good. The Hot food selection was healthy and tasty as well. The service was quick, efficient, and well organized. As far as price is concerned, the food is a bit costly, but you do get what you pay for.



On our next leg of our journey, we stopped into the Food Emporium. Something was definitely different, it seemed so, common. In fact, the Food Emporium was nothing more than your everyday supermarket with a larger selection of organic, fair trade offerings. This is what makes it work; it is a lot more convenient and seems to cater to the average shopper. Your old favorites are there, so finding your cheat treats are just as simple in finding the foods you should be eating. The hot food section looked much tastier, but lacked in healthy choices



Our final trip was to trader Joe's. As we walked in, we were greeted by the back of the line. The store was small and gave a very" locals only" appeal. The cashiers seemed to know the shoppers well and the aisles reminded me of the union square market. The meats were not available as fresh cuts, but rather as vacuum sealed packages. As soon as I pulled my phone out to snap a quick picture I was immediately asked to leave. Trader Joe's is definitely not foodie friendly.

(Part1)
We arrived in London with only 6 hours to spare. Earl grey welcomed Joe and Tiramisu at the train station.

"Are you sure about this Joe? it seem too easy." Earl asked. Joe could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

"Positive, Earl. Its ingenious. Hide them in plain sight, right where the conference is being held", Joe shot back.

They raced to the clock tower. Earl ran with Tiramisu as Joe led the way. When they reached the tower, Joe kicked the door down and they raced up the stairs. A hail of bullets hit the floor around them. They took cover under a table and Joe looked over to see Earl Grey was leaking tea from his side.

"Earl, you've been shot!!,". gasped Tiramisu. Her voice cracking from fright.

"Bloody hell!,". he replied, wincing. Tiramisu could see the pain in each sharp breath Earl took.

"OK, Misu stay here with Earl see if you can call for back-up. I'm going to try and get passed the guards." Joe whispered quickly. As they retreated through the door, Joe started to slowly crawl from underneath the table. When suddenly he was met by a gun, pointing at his lid.

"Hey Biscuit, waddaya call a cuppa Joe with a foot on top of him?" said Cupcake with the gun.

"I dunno, Cupcake, what?" sneered Biscuit, jelly dripping at his feet, creating a pool of jam on the floor.

"Fresh ground", said the Cupcake as he kicked Joe in the lid, causing his hot coffee to spray all over the room. All Joe could hear were the screams of agony as he slipped into the darkness his contents slowly spilling onto the floor.

Five Years Ago...

She sat alone, staring at the Statue of Liberty as her ship sailed by. The smell of cocoa permeated the air around her; she smiled.

"First time in America?" he asked her, leaning on the railing. Steam from his top converging with the passing breeze.

"Yes, it's beautiful here. New York City, the city of big dreams."

"You should let me show you the New York that they don't show you in the brochures," he replied with an air of confidence. "Name's Joe, Indiana Joe whats yours?"

"Tiramisu" she whispered in his ear. A smile to crept across his face....

Back at Big Ben...

Joe blinked his eyes as he awoke. His head pounding in perfect metronome with the Big Ben's ticking. He scanned the room and saw that he wasn't alone. In the corner, he could see the three hostages tightly bound together. Churro, A tall tanned Spaniard, Stollen, a old German cake and a petite french pastry, Madeline. The three coffee cakes delegates from the United European Pastry Association. Joe tried to get up, but was unable to move. His arm was hand cuffed to the chair he sat in.

"Finally awake I see. It's been a long time, Joe. A long long time."
Joe recognized the voice. It reminded him of a girl he used to know.

"No. It couldn't be...." Joe mumbled. He could hear coffee sloshing around; Half-full, he thought to himself.

"Oh darling, you didn't think I would let you get away from me, did you?" replied the voice with a slight chuckle. And as the laugh echoed off the rafters, she stepped toward Joe. It was Donut, an old lover. Her two henchmen followed closely behind. Joe could see that the left side of Cupcake's body was permanently disfigured from the hot coffee, Joe couldn't help but smirk inside.

"Donut, why kidnap the European coffee cakes? What do you get out of it?" asked Joe.

"Nothing at all, Sugar I jus' knew that you would run over here if you found out that tramp Tiramisu was in danger" Donut replied. "I just wanted to see you personally and pay you back for breaking my heart. But before I kill you, I just wanna ask one question. Do you still love me?"

"I will always love you, Donut, but this is crazy. Just let the hostages go and we can talk" Joe said, all the while trying to untie the ropes that bound him to his chair. "Just untie me so i can give you a kiss. Like the old days." Biscuit started over. Cupcake following apprehensively. With A wave of Donuts hand, they stopped in their tracks.

'It's OK Ill be fine, boys".

But just as they reached the chair, Joe sprung up grabbed Cupcake and headbutted him knocking him to the floor. Grabbing his lid like a frisbee, Joe launched it, catching Biscuit square in the face, jelly gushing out his sides. Donut rolled out of the way and opened fire.

"I'll kill you for what you did to me, you bastard. There's no one here to save you now,". screamed the irate Donut.

Joe stood. Panting. He didn't have much energy left. At half full his caffeine level was low. It would be a matter of minutes until Cupcake and Biscuit recovered. Joe stared at the clock. He only had one hour to rescue the desserts or the citizens of Europe would start to riot, In search of the national desserts. He closed his eyes in anticipation, knowing the end was near. Suddenly, there was a crash. He opened his eyes to see Tiramusu and the two espresso cups flying through the air. Tiramisu caught Donut off guard and tripped her to the ground, delivering a kick to Donuts gaping hole. Earl Grey appeared at the steps, his arm in a sling. He was followed by the Prime-Rib minister.

"Joe are you OK? We came a quickly as we could," said Earl. Joe walked over and picked his lid up off the floor snapping it on in place. Staring at Tiramisu he smiled "A little bitter Earl, all i need is a little sweetie in my life"

In honor of National coffee cake day(April 7th) i wrote this story to highlight one of my favorite coffee cakes, Tiramisu. Enjoy....



The moon hung over her head like a spotlight on the stage, The elderly woman walked through the town in silence. Following the shadow of the Eiffel tower,She turned around abruptly to see there was no one behind her, she shivered, although the night air was warm, As she turned around she was met by two tall men dressed in suits. "Kind of dangerous for a woman to be walking alone at night don't you agree, biscuit?",asked the tall one ."Yes-sir Cupcake dangerous indeed" replied the short squat one. Then everything went black and in an instant she was gone with the moon as her only witness.

It was a cold April morning, the frigid English air creating frost crystals his lid. The Fog was dense and after about 5 feet He could no longer decipher what lay in front of him. He was awaiting his old colleague's arrival, Earl Gray the top private detective in London. His mind was racing, why would a genius like Earl Gray need his assistance? there must be something afoot and he was anxious to find out what. The fog parted like a curtain at the opera Earl swaggered over with a timeless gait which left Indiana feeling as if he was the one who was
arriving late to the meeting.

"Ah the great Indiana Joe, sorry that I'm late I had a early fencing lesson with the prime-rib minister,If i
weren't for big Ben, id never be on time." said Earl his voice smooth and layered with old world charm.

"Yeah i figured as much, you never change Earl always the gentleman. So what do you want? Dragging me
halfway across the world for a chat isn't like you" Indiana shot back ? A light drizzle picked up and rain drops sizzled as
they landed on His top.

"Follow me" They arrived at Earl's loft and Indiana hung his lid to dry. The fire place roared bringing well-needed warmth back into his body.

"There's been a kidnapping, Four desserts have gone missing in the past week. And with the Cafe Europe celebration a week away, there's not much time. We must find those cakes or there will be a riot in the streets."

"Sounds rough, Earl, but this is your side of the pond. What do you need me for? Your pretty good at this
investigation stuff?"

"I've been asked to protect the Prime-Rib Minister with all the kidnapping that's going on. A lot of fingers are pointing in our direction. I need you to go out and find them no one would suspect an American and I hear your the best man for the job."

"Look Earl I have my own problems back home I really wanna help I do but..."

"Tiramisu could be the next victim"


Indian leaned forward, "Where was the last kidnapping again?."


"Venice,Italy".....

He sat on the gondola, Adrift in thought. Somewhere in this city filled with romance, lies a clue to the missing cakes. With only 48 hours to find all four of them so He headed to the Location where the last pastry was seen. Tiramisu the Italian coffee cake princess. Out of the four she was the youngest barely in her thirties yet already popular around the world. The gondola reached a set of stone steps and he thanked the gondolier,
He walked to the bakery where Tiramisu lived, the lights were off and the door locked. He snuck to the backdoor quickly picking the lock and stepping inside. Using his lighter to illuminate the room, he scanned the shop there wasn't a thing out of place. How could a kidnapper sneak in here and leave with no signs of struggle? He heard a faint murmuring in the corner and He went to inspect.


"Who's there!?!, it's OK just come out slowly" Joe whispered

"Che cosa si desidera lasciare in una sola volta!", responded the voice. Indiana slowly moved closer suddenly He saw him, The baker. So malnourished that his skin gave the appearance of a canvas stretched over a wooden frame. Joe's stomach churned and he nearly vomited up all his caffeine.
"My names Indiana Joe and I'm looking for Tiramisu have you seen her?"

"Tiramisu? She is in hiding she has gone home to Treviso" responded the baker in heavily accented English. "if you find her you can find them all"

He ran out of the shop and searched for a bike, grabbing one from a kid, tossing him a handful of bills and peddled away into the rising sun.
When Joe reached Treviso, the sun was high in the sky. He walked into Le Beccherie where it was said she was born. He Walked toward her, but just as he made a move to approach her, two large espresso cups moved in his path.

"What do you want?" they asked in unison. Joe planted his feet and stared in their eyes preparing for a fight."I need to speak to Tiramisu It's a matter of life and death"

"Joe, is that really you?" said Tiramisu her voice a smooth velvety assembly of sound. She gracefully moved across the room to stand next to the two espresso cups.

"The baker sent me here. I need to find the three other desserts by tomorrow or a riot will break out across the country." Joe responded nearly bubbling over unable to keep his eyes off of her.

"The baker? so that old toad is still alive. Fine i will help you The American who came here before you said he took the other three to a place where they would always be on time.". And as the words left her lips it dawned on Joe. The desserts were hidden in plain sight.

"Do you have a phone? i have to place a call" said Joe a smile slowly spreading across his face.