What would you wait in line for?
Nom nom. Halloween just passed, and for the first time I felt too old to dress up and knock on people’s doors for candy. It’s sad, really; next year I’ll be an adult and then I’ll definitely be too old. But anyway, the real reason I’m writing about this is my sweet tooth. I really like sugar, probably too much for my own good. Incidentally, my birthday is the day after Halloween, so every year an ungodly slush of cake and candy puts me out for a good week. Candy’s okay. Scratch that, candy’s pretty good. I’d say it’s like a reliable old friend when I need some of that rush. More recently though, I’ve been expanding my tastes and dipping my toes into the cake world, and it blows candy out of the water. I’m never looking back. My first taste of cake must’ve been on a birthday, too. My mom’s birthday is in May, so I would’ve been about six months old. I wish I could say I remember it, the taste of the cake’s juicy flesh and the frosting smeared across my face, but I guess it just wasn’t g...