Poetry about Western pastry

Some describe cakes:

Su Dongpo's "Ode to Lao Tao"

Original text of "Ode to Lao Tao":

Pao Dinggu Dao , Yi Ya is cooked,

The water wants to be new and the cauldron wants to be clean, the fire wants to be stale and the firewood wants to work hard.

Nine steams are violent and the sun is dry, hundreds are boiling and the soup is hot.

Try one of the clams on the neck and chew the two claws before the frost;

Roasted cherry pearls fried in honey, Deng apricot cheese steamed cake;

Clams The crab is half-cooked and contains wine, and the crab is slightly undercooked and grainy.

To gather the beauty of things to support my old gluttons.

Wanbi Jijiang, with a face like a plum peach,

playing the jade harp of the Xiang concubine, playing the Yun Ao of the emperor's son,

the green calyx of the immortal Hua, Yulunpao dancing to ancient music.

Introduce the Boli from the South China Sea and drink the grapes from Liangzhou.

May your husband live long and share the remaining Li and Liangchang.

Waiting for the red tide on the jade cheeks, and the warmth of respect ringing in the sandalwood groove,

Suddenly the wonderful singing of tired beads, the long silkworms of the cocoon;

Min hands When you are tired, you have to rest less. When you feel dry, you should use it as ointment.

Pour a vat of snow milk into a vat of snow milk, and make a row of hundreds of jade boats.

Every eye is wet with autumn water, and the salty bones are drunk with spring mash.

The beauty went away and the clouds dispersed, but Mr. Fang suddenly escaped.

The pine wind sounds in the crab's eyes, and the snowflakes float in the rabbit's hair.

The gentleman stood up with a smile. The sea is vast and the sky is high.