#66: Birthday Cake
Holy. A whole year of blog. I have now experienced an entire year of absolutely always having so much shit to do. I’m very big on the idea of milestones, even if only so I can convince myself that their presence signifies a feat justifiable of a day’s worth of laziness. It wouldn’t feel right to dole out any old post on such a momentous occasion as this and so, for post #66, I present you with the time-honoured food that best marks and epitomizes the passage of a year: birthday cake.
The label of ‘birthday cake’ sort of feels like it has to denote a yellow or a white cake. This is not to say that those who opt for chocolate cakes are not eating a birthday cake, but ‘birthday cake’ (a thing now emblemized in everything from ice cream flavours to shampoo scents) tends to be thought of as a simple, sweet, sponge, often with an added sugary flare brought on by the addition of rainbow sprinkles. It may not be the most nuanced cake to ever grace your palate, but there is a time and a place for a birthday cake, and that time and place is today (also March 16th – that is also a perfectly acceptable time to talk birthday cake).
