cake or death? I'll have the cake, please.

I am a rabid carnivore (albeit an anemic one) with a sweet-tooth.

(I think salad is a waste of time. This is probably because the ONE thing my palate will not tolerate is vinegar, and all the stuff you’d choose to wet an otherwise rather boring combination of leafy greens with is vinegar-based. Bleh. So I always order the soup. And I’d rather spend my money on a bigger hamburger than on the combo option – who cares about fries when you can get more meat for your buck?)

Anyways, I was delighted when a friend pointed me to this website the other day:
http://www.blackwidowbakery.com/demo/meatcake/


Meat cake! a dream come true. No, really. This is in fact a dream come true. Layers of meatloaf, worcestershire glaze, a creamy mashed potato icing…CompTron is in raptures at the very thought of it. Here’s another view:


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Another cake that makes my heart sing with joy: the raw kind. Most people find this a little odd. I’ll buy a bag of cake mix, pour a single serving into a little bowl, add cold water, and eat with a spoon. I discovered this for myself several years ago and was going through a couple boxes of cake mix a week for a while until I’d decide to quit cold turkey (roommate and parental chastisement was unrelenting). Any $0.99 Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines sale would, however, lure me back in with ease (though I can say with confidence and pride that the last time I had any raw cake was over 4 months ago).

And 98% of THAT raw batter went to making a 4-layer german chocolate cake with homemade coconut pecan icing. The cooked version of the cake was infinitely tastier than its raw materials would’ve been.

I don’t really have a point, other than to state firmly, decidedly, energetically, and grammatically: I like cake.