It occurred to me today, as I was writing, life all comes down to cake. How so? We like cake. We eat cake. We buy or make cakes for birthdays to make other people feel happy about getting cake. Cake gives pleasure. It unites people at weddings. It inspires people to be creative and something they can look at with pride. People win awards for cakes. Cake can be thrown at people in anger without anyone getting hurt. Cake is guilt free when you’re upset because negative emotions block out fat. Happy emotions also block out fat. Cake pleases and teases. It is gender neutral and colour blind. Cake is the united nations of the food world.
I wrote cake into a story. How? It’s a long story. Why? See the answer to the first question. Maybe we can talk about it over cake.