Two weeks ago, I had a conversation with a lovely gal about baking. She asked some hard-hitting questions like, “cake or pie?”
Girl, don’t make me choose!
If you’re wondering, I chose cake.
She couldn’t leave it at that, either. She pressed further, “why cake?”
Why not cake? There are so many aspects to cake that I love; tiers, multiple layers, icing, fillings, sprinkles. I’m sure my answer was something to that effect.
Cakes signify celebration. I think it’s weird to put a candle on a pie, just saying’. It marks holidays, birthdays, joyful celebrations. Plus, I find far more joy in assembling and decorating a cake than a pie. Pie is fun, but cake is better – more impressive and even humble, rustic cakes are masterpieces.
Also, I feel cake can be represented as breakfast food, or even morning snack food for that matter. If I bust out a slice of pie on my morning coffee break, I’m gonna get some weird looks, like “girl, pie in the morning? You’re out of your damn mind”.
Cake, namely coffee cake, is widely accepted. When I pull out a generous slice of my new favourite Lemon Poppy Seed Coffee Cake, everyone in the office will be singing my praises. Or at least that’s how I see things playing out. I’ll test this scientific theory at work tomorrow and keep you posted.