This is not a celebration cake, strictly speaking. I didn’t make it for anyone’s birthday, didn’t stick it through with candles or banners or sparkly sparklers (though it would look sort of adorable with the formers and latters, let’s be clear).
This is a straight up “I need chocolate cake” situation. The sprinkles are a ruse.
Do you get this situation? The “I need chocolate cake, preferably now and not later and also definitely with frosting” one? I bet you do. I mean, you’re human (you are, aren’t you?). And let’s look at the facts: the east coast has had a rough Sandy week. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. The election is tomorrow. It is tense around here, people (by “here” I mean “America” and “in my head”).
Let’s cut that tension with a cake knife. We’ll eat a slice, and then another, and we’ll be thankful – for warm blankets, batteries, democracy, and chocolate. With sprinkles on top.
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