You take the cake

And I’ll eat the icing! Look at it all!

Van Gogh, icing, Scorpius

Really, they have nothing to do with each other.

But I think they do!

I don’t know who created this cake. I found it on stumble! Don’t ask me how come this cake made me think of vegetables, but it did. I recalled my recent conversation with Carol about vegetables (I was eating a pastry). I told her I hated them (the vegetables). She said, well then, WHAT do you want to eat?


She just nodded. How could she be judgmental? She had just confessed that she recently demolished a large amount of Swiss cake rolls (I don’t know where to buy THOSE, thank god!)

And then, this cake, of course,  made me think of Starry Night, and I remembered my pact with myself to stargaze, and  went outside to  see what was up… Total cloud cover! Scorpius and the moon should have been right outside my front door, but they weren’t.

So, you see, you can think about Van Gogh, icing and Scorpius all at the same time, as well as vegetables and Swiss cake rolls!

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Tom!

How to eat a cupcake

Eating cupcakes

1. Choose a pack of small cupcakes, that way you can eat more without feeling guilty.

2. Pick one, preferably with the most icing on it.

3. Peel off the paper (unless you like paper).

4. Bite off the cake part.

5. Then, eat the icing all by itself.

6. Lick your fingers.

7. Repeat

Happy Unbirthday!

Icing on the cake (according to WIKI Answers, that phrase is  a uniquely English aphorism. The etymology of “icing on the cake” is probably as simple as it appears: something sweeter on top of something already sweet)

Last night, I had the typical, come-to-class and take-the-final and oh-my-god-I’m-not-prepared dream.

Seems though, it was to be a vocabulary test, and I was hopeful that I’d wing it.

Then, change of plans! No test was to be given. YES! Go to the head of the class!

Next thing I know I’m in a room with a multitude of store-bought  birthday cakes – the ultimate birthday cake party — some chocolate, mostly vanilla, and I was eating all the icing I could scoop up with my finger. Big gobs. Whole roses. The fluting décor that skirts the bottom of the cake…

The taste, I admit, wasn’t always full flavored. Some was a little stiff, tasteless, a day old. But most wasn’t, and I was eating away, along with another lady – she was taking some of hers home in a plastic container for later.

Then, I tried a glob of chocolate icing, usually not my favorite, and the lady wanted the green leaf. I gave her some, I guess, but not much. YUM. Taste that chocolate!

A dream come true! No final exam AND all the icing I could eat. No holds barred (which, by the way, is a wrestling term, which means “no rules, no restrictions”).

WHAT was that ALL about? Food for thought…

Footnote: My daughter, the social worker, once explained to me that eating the icing first has to do with wanting immediate gratification… Maybe so, but I’m excited about having a dream where I am rewarded for not being prepared. That has to be progress, except that I do have a slight stomach ache this morning.