Mornings. Mornings are definitely better with cake. Especially the ones where it has all gone wrong, you are late to school, it rains on you, and you tread in a dog poo on the way home. On these sort of mornings, cake doesn’t just improve life, it is life. Along with its accompanying coffee.
Afternoons. There is no better way to break up the long spell between lunch and dinner than with an afternoon slice of cake. Go for a fruit cake or a cherry bakewell and count it towards your five a day – those cherries are healthy right?!
Good days. Always celebrate life’s good days with cake.
Bad days. Always commiserate life’s bad days with cake.
Cold days. Cake, a hot drink, a good book, blanket, sofa. Nothing more to add.
Hot days. Al fresco cake totally rules. Picnics, BBQs, beach trips. All pretty awesome, but undeniably better with cake.
Baths. Now I know in the Dr Seuss poem there is some surprise expressed at the Cat in the Hat eating cake in the bath, but take it from me, that cat knows how to have fun. The best thing about eating cake in the bath is that you are in a locked room, nobody can insist you share.
Sex. Well. Possibly. I am sure there are adventurous types who have found ways to incorporate cake into their love making, but I am not one of them. It’s probably messy and wastes cake. I do not like cake wasted, so in retrospect sex and cake are perhaps best separately.
So there we have it. Definitive proof life is better with cake. *scoffs a fondant fancy*
Love Miss Cisco XXX
Mr Kipling sent me some cake. Some of it is in the photo in the post. Some of it got eaten too fast to make it into a photograph. I would offer to share some of the cake with you, but it was all gone about 20 minutes after I took the above snap. *sweeps crumbs from chin* Thanks Mr Kipling – it was goood cake.