I went to a bakery with my mom. They sold cakes made of large spiraled dough that was probably fried. It looked like funnel cake except that the shape was a spiral.
There were two types of pastries there. Both were like giant rectangular Oreo cookies, except that the cookie part was thicker and the cream was homemade. What distinguished the two versions was that one had thicker, more crumbly cookie layers and was meant to be eaten at home, and the other was crisper and meant for the car.
I was going to order the first type, but then after hearing the man's explanation I decided to order the second type. He broke off a piece of the rectangle bar for me. I don't remember if I ate it or if he wasn't able to give it to me.
The only cake they had left was made from a half-eaten spiral. Someone had eaten the top half of the cake and then frosted the cake back over the part that he had eaten. The cake looked nice, but it was obvious that it was half-eaten.
My mom told the man behind the counter that she didn't want that cake because it was half-eaten. He then brought out a bunch of smaller spirals and piled them up together in a cake pan. There were red spiral roses that looked like regular roses but were made of spiral dough, and one or two were included with the pan of spirals.
