I confess: I like cake. (I like pie, cookies, ice cream and tiramisu, as well, but this post is about cake.) You may recall how, when told that “Bosnians like cake”, I made sure that I had cake for breakfast every day I was in Sarajevo.
I got into baking cakes as a stress reliever
while in grad school—it’s something you can do that you have to concentrate on
(so you’re not wigging out about your research) but is time delimited and bears
concrete results relatively quickly. In recent times I’ve switched from full layer
cakes to cupcakes both for portion control and because you can freeze cupcakes
so they don’t dry out like the big ones do.
(My first cupcakes were pathetic—using a
spatula to frost them resulted in things that looked like plops of dinosaur
poop. Then I spent a few hours on YouTube, bought a pastry bag and tips and my
output has improved. I have no idea how people learned to bake before YT.)
Well, the conman currently heading the
Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services, Mehmet Oz, went on TV this week to
lie about how the recently passed budget bill won’t negatively affect Medicaid
recipients (fun fact: it will). And Mr.
Crudités added this advice for
people losing their healthcare: “Don’t eat carrot cake.”
This was evidently said without irony, in
the face of TACOman’s preferred diet of fast food and Diet Coke. (Li’l Donnie
Two-scoops, of course, is probably the most chemically-enhanced president in
our history. A chunk of that enhancement has to be cholesterol, blood pressure
and diabetes medication.)
Well—there sprang up a new group of heroes
in this nation—the Cake Resistance.
And I have enlisted as a private in that
army.
On y va.
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