So I baked a cake today….
I really FELT like cake.
You know how it is when your taste buds decide they want a certain thing, and then for whatever reason you can’t give it to them?
You know that FEELING?
Of absolute utter disappointment?
Taste buds know when they have been let down, betrayed, and they have a little tantrum….a little hissy fit. Drop the lip and have a good old sulk.
My taste buds are pouting.
Stomping their little feet and blowing raspberries!
You might ask how a person can cremate a cake as well as I?
It’s not important really.
The point is, I now have no cake, and my taste buds are clinically depressed.
I tried to appease them with an apple…and then a mandarin….I opened a packed of dates, but NO….my taste buds are demanding CAKE!
Begging for cake.
“Give us caaaaaaaake…..pleeeaaasseeeeee!”
I bet you can’t guess what that cake was SUPPOSED to be before it ended up looking like it has been in a nuclear radiation experiment gone wrong.
I guess I could use it as a doorstop…?