If you’re anything like me, dessert is really what you plan the rest of your meal around, scouting out the dessert menu before even checking out the entrees so as to strategize the most rewarding meal possible. Some folks like themselves a nice piece of pie, my wife personally loves ice cream like it’s going out of style, but I myself am what I guess you would call a cake man.
Show me a cake that I didn’t like and I’ll probably be quick to point out that it was one of those store-bought monstrosities whose frosting is nothing more than pure sugar incarnate, but as for the edible cakes of this land? Find me a nice five-layer chocolate chip cake after a full meal, a warm hunk of cinnamon-glazed coffee cake to ease into a lazy Sunday, or even just a simple piece of carrot cake for a cool, spring afternoon and I’m good to go! Fair warning – I may very well hassle you later for a second piece, but if anything, such an act should be considered a compliment for a dessert well done rather than something to be concerned about…
That said, today’s delve into humor columns past finds us not one, but two cake-related pieces from the not-so-distant past – the first tells the tale of one of my more memorable experiences from planning my wedding last year, whereas the second, well, lest we not forget that despite its creamy, alluring appearance, there are nonetheless consequences that come along with enjoying such succulent sweets on a regular basis:
Cake Day = Best Wedding Planning Day EVER!!! (originally posted on 4/11/2008)
Chocolate Cake for Breakfast (originally posted on 3/20/2009)
Oh, what the hell – just go ahead and sneak a quick piece before anyone else comes back. Your secret’s safe with me!
Yours in Snacking Sneakery,
- Scott
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