Cake

Some days I just want to eat cake. Not necessarily good cake, you know the kind: fresh whipped cream, soft, cloud-y cake base, rich, decadent flavour combinations, layers of ganache, meringue et al, at $5 a slice—sinfully good cake that you feel guilty about forking out $5 over. Cakes like that I utterly love. I've been known to stand in front of cake cases drooling, with a maniacal glint in my eyes, as I plan how best to steal all the cakes out of their glass prison and liberate them—into my stomach.
But some days I jst want to eat the cheapo cake that those neighbourhood bakeries sell—plain vanilla sponge layered with plain butter cream that's just a little oily and plastic-y.
I can just hear you asking yourself, "oily and plasticy?? why would anyone want to eat that, and pay good money for it??"
Well, I don't know. It's just good. and cheap. $1.50 a slice.
hmm. ok, maybe not cheap per se, but 'cheap' enough for you to delude yourself into thinking that it's a steal.


See? Isn't it pretty? yumm. :) this is good, old-fashioned, heartlander-type food. So don't call me elitist! (haha)