I have been fixated on cake for quite some time now. I'm not quite sure how I got to this point but I've realized I lost touch with who I thought I was - a somewhat happy, immoderate girl who never denies herself an emotion, an opinion or a candy bar. What I had not realized was how much I thrived on cake until now. "Come have lunch in the cafeteria", my alter ego would whisper. "They are serving cake." Cake for lunch! It shone through my American density like a sunbeam. Sometimes there was an occasion, but sometimes there was not and any kind of cake usually would do, Whipped Walnut, German chocolate, Black Forrest, Carrot cake, Tres Leches... just to name a few of my favorites. Does my slavering obsession with sweets, particularly cake, really belie some flaw, something essentially insatiable about myself? Nah, probably not, I just love CAKE! This newly found divine intervention has helped me in more ways than one...cake makes things better, it makes me happy, it cheers me up when I'm down, it helps soothe sorrow, it helps me concentrate and it's cheaper than therapy!
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