Having Cake and Eating it Too

Birthday Cake can be a very personal thing. As a caterer, I have found that people approach birthday cake in very different ways. There is the wrapping paper cake, which is all about the design of the cake, meant to impress guests with it's looks, the brown paper bag cake which is all about pleasing the vast majority of guests by supplying them with a very standard and agreeable flavor of cake, and the full on fantasy cake, which is my cup of tea. My birthday just passed and every year I want the same pink cake. Pink cake is the little princess fantasy cake. Pink cake, whether it be cherry chip, strawberry, whatever, just pink, pink icing, rolled, tinted marzipan is always pretty with a little luster dust and some moderate piping, and garnished with a maraschino cherry, or some marzipan cherries, or sugar flowers, the main element of import on this cake, is the pink. It is fluffy, sweet, and packed with artificial colors. It is over the top, and every little girl's fantasy. It is my deepest birthday craving. It makes me feel like a princess, and that, my friends, is a supreme feeling for a Mom of four. Encompassed in that cake is every blown out candle wish from girlhood, every Lolly Dolly, Pretty Pony, Sugar Fairy dream come true, and I can't get enough. I don't crave and eat this birthday treat for the flavor, I crave it for what it symbolizes. It tastes like shiny glitter, and lollipops, and pretty frilly dresses, and tea parties, and playing house, and sun bonnets, and sugar and spice and everything nice. That is why I love pink cake.