Yesterday, there was free cake in the break room at work (as there often is) and, breaking with my usual tradition, I decided to grab a slice. I was dismayed upon closer examination, however, that the small piece I took was made up almost entirely of icing. I scraped most of it off.
When I was a kid, it seems like I would always angle for the biggest corner piece (more icing) with the biggest rose (even more icing) as to maximize my sweet icing exposure. But now, as an adult, I find myself seeking a much more cake-heavy balance. Unfortunately, what comes intuitively to me regarding cake seemed to be escaping me where it matters much more.
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