Saturday, January 21


We all want our cake and to eat it, too, don't we? I mean, what's the point of having cake if you can't eat it? I never understood that stupid phrase. But that's not the point. According to Jen, I'm some good cake. But we can't decide precisely what kind of cake I am. Sure, I'd like to think that I'm some sinfully dark, rich chocolate cake, but I think we all know I'm kidding myself. Jen thinks maybe I'm a lemon cake. Or a 7-Up cake (which I'd never even heard of). Jen, I'm pretty sure, is a spice cake with cream cheese frosting.

Somehow, when we couldn't determine precisely which cake I was, we moved on to cheese. I don't know why, but I'm pretty sure I'm Muenster. I'd much rather be an extra-sharp cheddar, however. And Jen is something smoked -- perhaps cheddar, perhaps Gouda. What kind of cake or cheese are you? And no, you're not just your favorite kind of each.

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