I love cake. I live year to year, not to celebrate my own achievements, but to rejoice at that return of the cake. Summers bring angel food topped with fresh fruit and chilled whipped cream, dropped directly from heaven into my stomach. Fall brings cakes filled with spice; dark, rich cakes that smack the senses with cinnamon, nutmeg, and rum! Don’t drink, eat cake!
Visually stunning centerpieces, cakes bring us together. We gather around for these special occasions and await our slice of excitement. Although I receive the same lecture each year and my icing addiction causes me embarrassment, I always get a slice. I see cake as a slice of something greater in us all, a fluffy, heartfelt gift that sweetens our moments together.