Icing on the cake. That expression, more often used in sarcasm, “Well isn’t THAT just the icing on the cake!” as someone looks in to see they’ve locked their keys in the car on day when it’s raining and they’re late to work and there’s nobody home to let them in to get their spare set of keys. I love it. I use it… that way as well. Never in a good way. But I love icing.
Is put on top of cake to make it taste better. Yumm. I have icing in my house now. It’s cream cheese icing. I love anything with cream cheese. Oh right, icing.
Icing? Like the icing on a cake?
Something that we frost cake with?
Or perhaps it means the “good part”. (ex. This is the icing on cake.)
It’s an odd word. It means more than one thing, but for the most part, its meaning is always positive.
She was icing the flowers. That was her job. People grew beautiful flowers, and she came around with the frost and covered them. Smothered them. Iced flowers – that was what she dealt in. She iced them until they were cold… until they were no longer bright and vibrant.
icing is very good and goes on all kinds of desserts. my boyfriend doesn’t like icing which always makes me laugh. i love icing. especially cupcakes. everyone has a special type of icing that they like and mine is always vanilla flavoured. it’s the best. other than that i think anyone can appreciate icing’s meaning when it comes to literature as in the good part of a big accomplishment. i made a huge task, and the icing ontop is that i feel good about what i did.
licking the icing from our finger tips
the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled
and how you ate most of the sprinkles before they made it onto the cupcakes
I always hated the taste of sprinkles
but I humored you
and ate the other half
so you wouldn’t feel bad about our sprinkle-less desserts
because as lame as it is to say
you were the sprinkles
Icing reminds me of the stuff on a cake. The white creamy filling that is always so fattening. Its just so good, but too sweet at times. Like, I hate it, but I can’t resist it. You know? No, I’m lying. I can resist it. Lol, its just too much at times. I can’t take it. But a cake or a pie is never complete without it. Its just, the thing that adds the final touch to it.
I tried a new topping today. It’s called Nutella and it reminds me of the icing you find on donuts. It’s sweet, light, and awesomely addictive. Which could be a very very bad thing should I want to dig into the jar with just a spoon.
Cupcakes! God, I love getting up in the morning and helping Sammy, our baker, put the bread in the oven, set out the cakes and smear icing on all the cupcakes.
Well, actually I don’t love the getting up before the birds part, but most of the time cupcakes make it worthwhile. Most of the time.
the icing on the cake . that’s what people say when they are talking about the best part of a good thing. I hate people’s use of idioms like this. Can they not think of something more original to say? Or just say: the best part is … It mainly seems to be older people who use these sayings.
I truly felt temptated to just grab the cake and eat it, especially with that nice, chocolate icing. My coatch would just kill me, everyone in the team had promised him to eat healthy and work out regulary during the summer.
icing is a flavorful fruit. why did i say fruit? i dont know. it kinda of reminds me of this one youtube guy named IDEK, and he’s really friggen funny. but anyway, icing goes on cake, and we all know how much fat kids love cake. like, [———–] this much.
The icing on the cake was seeing the male goldfinch fight out a claim against the much larger house finch. Two dinosaurs quarreling outside my kitchen window. Less than half an ounce each.
Cake. The top of. The best of something. The finishing touch on whatever needs to be sealed. The gem of the crown of pastries. Birthdays and laughter. Licking your fingers. Sugar, sweet. The taste and effect of food. Smooth, creamy frosting is lathered on my cup cakes to give them a better outwardly appearance.
A very delicious substance put on top of cake and cupcakes to enhance taste. It is made of sugar and dairy and although is unhealthy for the body, it is healthy for the soul as many believe it is the food of the angels. It is delicious beyond words and can be colored.
Cake is sooo good..It has icing on it and I loveee it! Icing can come in soo many colors and it’s so tasty. It can also come in different flavors. It also doesn’t have to just go on cake. It’s really goo don cupcakes or cookies.
Well, isn’t this the icing on the cake. Just perfect. All that hard work, down the drain. And for what? A stupid little get together? He sighed, a smiled a bit. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. He still had his friends, after all.
She licks her finger.
Covered in icing after she’s run it across the side of the cake.
Spits it out.
“My lady, does the cake displease you?”
“This icing is full of butter, isn’t it. I told you, this cake needs to be fat free. I’m watching my figure.”
It Was a Store,
Full of Sparkling Earrings and Glimmering Make-Up.
They Dragged Me Inside,
Painted My Face With Thick Powder,
Draped Jewels Around My Neck,
Sprinkled My Hair With Glitter,
Covered My Shirt With Brooches and Buttons,
Giggling and Babbling
About How Well That Lipstick Makes My Lips Curvier
Or How Pretty My Eyes Look With That Shadow.
All the While, I Sat There
Paralyzed as They Played With My Face
Gazing Longingly Out the Shop Window
At the Bookstore Across the Street.
The cake has icing, and that is why some people say, the icing on the cake; it’s the best part. The part that everyone wants to eat first, or in my experiences, the adults scrape off. I don’t know why they choose to skip the best part of life. Is it that they know the best part and have met several times, or they choose to not experience it again because it was a let down.
I have the choice that you have never had
To take the cake or icing, separate or together
One after another or all at once
Lick or scoff, nibble or devour
Is the cake of my life made of layers
Or is it a portion, to be taken for crust and cream?
I can’t have it. I don’t need it. Yet in every little goddamn thing I do I want it. I want him and I want his major, his future, his money. I can’t just be happy with his humor, his lips, his presence, his smell.
“This is just the icing on the cake,” she whispers in his ear and goes south.
He doesn’t say anything; instead he ravels in the feel of her mouth, her skin everywhere around him. She smiles and adds the cream all over his body.
Then, suddenly, his hand comes up and grasps hers and pull her into a kiss.
“You’re wrong,” he counters, leaving her breathless after a session of her leaving him breathless, “this is the icing of the cake.”
So, yeah, I’ve done this word twice already. But, I guess I’ll do it again. I really don’t like icing :/ It just makes me feel…fat. Although, the only icing I will tolerate/eat is that special buttery one…yumyum.
When I see the cake the icing is shimmering off the top of the splendid wonder. As it is brought down the isle and towards the oncoming consumers glows off the glare of the sunlight through the windows. It is placed on the table as the crowds look with awe.
Icing is good. I love to eat it straight out of the can. My favorite is chocolate. Yumm. Now I’m hungry. I wonder if we have any in the cabinets. I know we do, it’s chocolate. I wonder if I could eat it. Hm, I think I will. This is going to taste so good. I cannot wait to eat it.
The beautiful glistening white icing was so prefectly swirled around the cupcake. Dripping from the frosting, making the freshly baked warm chocolcate cupcake even more enticing… how i longed for it like it was made of gold and diamonds.
Hey knight in shining armor, don’t bother rushing to my rescue. By the time you get there, the dragon will be dead and I’ll be wiping the blood off my sword.
Hey handsome prince, I don’t care how charming and rich you are. I’d rather marry a beast with a sense of humor and a good education.
Hey servants, don’t bother pampering me, doing all the chores, and calling me “lady”. I am a hard working person and I can take care of myself, thank you very much.
Hey witches and hags of the forest, don’t think you can trick me into eating a poisoned apple. If you try, I’ll hit you over the head with a frying pan and sell your edible house to the seven dwarves.
And hey King, if you want a pretty, proper, and cowering fool of a queen, don’t bother shoving that glass slipper on my foot. I’d rather keep playing in the cinders.
I absolutely love cake. You know, if cake didn’t make me feel so sick and make me so fat I would probably eat it all the time. Vanilla, Chocolate, Red-Velvet, Carrot, Ice Cream, Funfetti, Strawberry Short; you name it, I’ll eat it. (Yes I capitalized the flavors of cake on purpose-they deserve it.)
there was no ice to be broken.
in a gust of chance a quick spin around, and voilà!
our eyes touched then we met like wind-chimes;
singing with each other before we could say a first word.
Finally, after all the build-up, the primping, the nerves, the pep talks, the crossing of my fingers, it turned out to be the worst blind date ever. The night ended in a cliche. I threw my glass of champagne in the cad’s face and walked. Three steps and I circled back to grab the bottle of the bubbly. It felt good.
The best kind of icing is the white kind; at least that’s what my mother says. We got a completely white cake for my brother’s birthday, because usually the icing is colorful … and staining. Oh, those memories saved by the pictures you took of your baby brother kicking around in a cake. Good thing baby feet aren’t as smelly as big feet. Perhaps people walk around too much. Whyever didn’t we stick with crawling?
“YUM” went the awkward girl. “This icing is amazing!” she said dying inside. She knew this was no good icing. A chimp could have mixed together a nicer bowl. The icing in her mouth tasted horrid and didn’t deserve the title icing.
Icing on cake tastes the best. Icing is that extra something you put into a project or a relationship. Icing has the ability to make things better and bring planes down. Icing an opponent is like a combination of the best and the worst of the word.
Icing on the cake. That expression, more often used in sarcasm, “Well isn’t THAT just the icing on the cake!” as someone looks in to see they’ve locked their keys in the car on day when it’s raining and they’re late to work and there’s nobody home to let them in to get their spare set of keys. I love it. I use it… that way as well. Never in a good way. But I love icing.
That was when she had. Sitting on a bar stool in a red dress to her thigh, licking the icing off her finger.
Is put on top of cake to make it taste better. Yumm. I have icing in my house now. It’s cream cheese icing. I love anything with cream cheese. Oh right, icing.
Icing? Like the icing on a cake?
Something that we frost cake with?
Or perhaps it means the “good part”. (ex. This is the icing on cake.)
It’s an odd word. It means more than one thing, but for the most part, its meaning is always positive.
She was icing the flowers. That was her job. People grew beautiful flowers, and she came around with the frost and covered them. Smothered them. Iced flowers – that was what she dealt in. She iced them until they were cold… until they were no longer bright and vibrant.
icing is very good and goes on all kinds of desserts. my boyfriend doesn’t like icing which always makes me laugh. i love icing. especially cupcakes. everyone has a special type of icing that they like and mine is always vanilla flavoured. it’s the best. other than that i think anyone can appreciate icing’s meaning when it comes to literature as in the good part of a big accomplishment. i made a huge task, and the icing ontop is that i feel good about what i did.
licking the icing from our finger tips
the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled
and how you ate most of the sprinkles before they made it onto the cupcakes
I always hated the taste of sprinkles
but I humored you
and ate the other half
so you wouldn’t feel bad about our sprinkle-less desserts
because as lame as it is to say
you were the sprinkles
It’s white and it looks like snow. It’s yummy and it makes every cake to melt in your mouth. Everybody likes it! :D
Icing reminds me of the stuff on a cake. The white creamy filling that is always so fattening. Its just so good, but too sweet at times. Like, I hate it, but I can’t resist it. You know? No, I’m lying. I can resist it. Lol, its just too much at times. I can’t take it. But a cake or a pie is never complete without it. Its just, the thing that adds the final touch to it.
I tried a new topping today. It’s called Nutella and it reminds me of the icing you find on donuts. It’s sweet, light, and awesomely addictive. Which could be a very very bad thing should I want to dig into the jar with just a spoon.
Cupcakes! God, I love getting up in the morning and helping Sammy, our baker, put the bread in the oven, set out the cakes and smear icing on all the cupcakes.
Well, actually I don’t love the getting up before the birds part, but most of the time cupcakes make it worthwhile. Most of the time.
the icing on the cake . that’s what people say when they are talking about the best part of a good thing. I hate people’s use of idioms like this. Can they not think of something more original to say? Or just say: the best part is … It mainly seems to be older people who use these sayings.
I truly felt temptated to just grab the cake and eat it, especially with that nice, chocolate icing. My coatch would just kill me, everyone in the team had promised him to eat healthy and work out regulary during the summer.
The icing was such a nice thing for the enticing of slicing.
icing is a flavorful fruit. why did i say fruit? i dont know. it kinda of reminds me of this one youtube guy named IDEK, and he’s really friggen funny. but anyway, icing goes on cake, and we all know how much fat kids love cake. like, [———–] this much.
The icing on the cake was seeing the male goldfinch fight out a claim against the much larger house finch. Two dinosaurs quarreling outside my kitchen window. Less than half an ounce each.
Cake. The top of. The best of something. The finishing touch on whatever needs to be sealed. The gem of the crown of pastries. Birthdays and laughter. Licking your fingers. Sugar, sweet. The taste and effect of food. Smooth, creamy frosting is lathered on my cup cakes to give them a better outwardly appearance.
A very delicious substance put on top of cake and cupcakes to enhance taste. It is made of sugar and dairy and although is unhealthy for the body, it is healthy for the soul as many believe it is the food of the angels. It is delicious beyond words and can be colored.
Cake is sooo good..It has icing on it and I loveee it! Icing can come in soo many colors and it’s so tasty. It can also come in different flavors. It also doesn’t have to just go on cake. It’s really goo don cupcakes or cookies.
Well, isn’t this the icing on the cake. Just perfect. All that hard work, down the drain. And for what? A stupid little get together? He sighed, a smiled a bit. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. He still had his friends, after all.
She licks her finger.
Covered in icing after she’s run it across the side of the cake.
Spits it out.
“My lady, does the cake displease you?”
“This icing is full of butter, isn’t it. I told you, this cake needs to be fat free. I’m watching my figure.”
It Was a Store,
Full of Sparkling Earrings and Glimmering Make-Up.
They Dragged Me Inside,
Painted My Face With Thick Powder,
Draped Jewels Around My Neck,
Sprinkled My Hair With Glitter,
Covered My Shirt With Brooches and Buttons,
Giggling and Babbling
About How Well That Lipstick Makes My Lips Curvier
Or How Pretty My Eyes Look With That Shadow.
All the While, I Sat There
Paralyzed as They Played With My Face
Gazing Longingly Out the Shop Window
At the Bookstore Across the Street.
Icecream is so cold! Sometimes it hurts to eat! Cupcakes, so sweat! I want a big fat greasy donut. Pink, yellow, blue, green. sugar.
The cake has icing, and that is why some people say, the icing on the cake; it’s the best part. The part that everyone wants to eat first, or in my experiences, the adults scrape off. I don’t know why they choose to skip the best part of life. Is it that they know the best part and have met several times, or they choose to not experience it again because it was a let down.
I have the choice that you have never had
To take the cake or icing, separate or together
One after another or all at once
Lick or scoff, nibble or devour
Is the cake of my life made of layers
Or is it a portion, to be taken for crust and cream?
I can’t have it. I don’t need it. Yet in every little goddamn thing I do I want it. I want him and I want his major, his future, his money. I can’t just be happy with his humor, his lips, his presence, his smell.
“This is just the icing on the cake,” she whispers in his ear and goes south.
He doesn’t say anything; instead he ravels in the feel of her mouth, her skin everywhere around him. She smiles and adds the cream all over his body.
Then, suddenly, his hand comes up and grasps hers and pull her into a kiss.
“You’re wrong,” he counters, leaving her breathless after a session of her leaving him breathless, “this is the icing of the cake.”
So, yeah, I’ve done this word twice already. But, I guess I’ll do it again. I really don’t like icing :/ It just makes me feel…fat. Although, the only icing I will tolerate/eat is that special buttery one…yumyum.
When I see the cake the icing is shimmering off the top of the splendid wonder. As it is brought down the isle and towards the oncoming consumers glows off the glare of the sunlight through the windows. It is placed on the table as the crowds look with awe.
Icing is good. I love to eat it straight out of the can. My favorite is chocolate. Yumm. Now I’m hungry. I wonder if we have any in the cabinets. I know we do, it’s chocolate. I wonder if I could eat it. Hm, I think I will. This is going to taste so good. I cannot wait to eat it.
The beautiful glistening white icing was so prefectly swirled around the cupcake. Dripping from the frosting, making the freshly baked warm chocolcate cupcake even more enticing… how i longed for it like it was made of gold and diamonds.
it’s cool.
Hey knight in shining armor, don’t bother rushing to my rescue. By the time you get there, the dragon will be dead and I’ll be wiping the blood off my sword.
Hey handsome prince, I don’t care how charming and rich you are. I’d rather marry a beast with a sense of humor and a good education.
Hey servants, don’t bother pampering me, doing all the chores, and calling me “lady”. I am a hard working person and I can take care of myself, thank you very much.
Hey witches and hags of the forest, don’t think you can trick me into eating a poisoned apple. If you try, I’ll hit you over the head with a frying pan and sell your edible house to the seven dwarves.
And hey King, if you want a pretty, proper, and cowering fool of a queen, don’t bother shoving that glass slipper on my foot. I’d rather keep playing in the cinders.
Sincerely,
a real woman
I absolutely love cake. You know, if cake didn’t make me feel so sick and make me so fat I would probably eat it all the time. Vanilla, Chocolate, Red-Velvet, Carrot, Ice Cream, Funfetti, Strawberry Short; you name it, I’ll eat it. (Yes I capitalized the flavors of cake on purpose-they deserve it.)
there was no ice to be broken.
in a gust of chance a quick spin around, and voilà!
our eyes touched then we met like wind-chimes;
singing with each other before we could say a first word.
The icing is creamy. It makes my head spin. The cake itself is great, all chocolate and strawberry. But the icing.
The icing makes me want to throw the cake out the window.
Finally, after all the build-up, the primping, the nerves, the pep talks, the crossing of my fingers, it turned out to be the worst blind date ever. The night ended in a cliche. I threw my glass of champagne in the cad’s face and walked. Three steps and I circled back to grab the bottle of the bubbly. It felt good.
The best kind of icing is the white kind; at least that’s what my mother says. We got a completely white cake for my brother’s birthday, because usually the icing is colorful … and staining. Oh, those memories saved by the pictures you took of your baby brother kicking around in a cake. Good thing baby feet aren’t as smelly as big feet. Perhaps people walk around too much. Whyever didn’t we stick with crawling?
“YUM” went the awkward girl. “This icing is amazing!” she said dying inside. She knew this was no good icing. A chimp could have mixed together a nicer bowl. The icing in her mouth tasted horrid and didn’t deserve the title icing.
Icing on cake tastes the best. Icing is that extra something you put into a project or a relationship. Icing has the ability to make things better and bring planes down. Icing an opponent is like a combination of the best and the worst of the word.