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April 22, 2014

Kali Davies-Anderson: Experiment proves cake really is a slice of heaven

NEW CASTLE — There are few things on this earth and beyond that I love more than cake.

I love my family, I love my friends, I love Jesus, and I love cake — and not necessarily in that order (sorry, family).

I am not quite sure when my love of cake surfaced, but I believe it was after I tasted an old-fashioned, family recipe, bakery cake.

Cake is one of those rare foods that actually makes me feel joy.

For my daughter’s birthday party a couple of weeks ago I ordered an entire sheet cake from my favorite bakery.

Yes, I invited only 50 people. Yes, a sheet cake serves 100.

Can you blame me for wanting to have a little bit left over?

Even with slices being generously cut, I was pretty much left with half of a sheet cake when the party came to an end (purely accidental). As people walked past the cake and out the door they all commented on how much cake I had left, asked how I would finish it, etc. etc.  (Well, everyone except for my mom and a friend who both realize the greatness of good cake and that there is no such thing as too much — ever).

It was hard to contain my excitement as my house cleared out and I was left alone with my favorite thing in the world. The kids were in bed, the mess was cleaned up and it was time to indulge.

I was modest, at first, and just cut a small slice. Then another, and then another. That night alone I ate a piece of cake the size of a regulation text book.

My goal for the next week was to finish the half of a sheet cake all by myself.

I had to pace myself though; I did not want to get burned out too quickly. So, in order to eat my nightly cake I moved my dinner time up a couple of hours; that way I was extra hungry by 8 p.m., when both kids went to bed.

Oh, did I mention that I can only truly enjoy my cake at night, alone on the couch in my pajamas? There is no cake eating occurring at my house during the day — the noise and chaos just ruins it for me.

So there I sat, night after night, on my couch eating cake.

After about five days I started getting sick of the cake. It was actually still fresh tasting, but I got a little bit greedy a few times and ate too much at once and I think it began to do the unthinkable: turn me against cake.

So, I decided to take a night off.

On Saturday, I did not eat any cake.

I didn’t even miss it.

I began to think I had ruined my love of cake by trying to fulfil the obligation of eating half of an entire sheet cake in a few days.

But come Sunday evening, I felt it calling my name. I cut myself a huge hunk with two big flowers.

It was glorious.

In the end it took me about 10 days to eat the entire thing (only sharing a small bit with my mom and friend, the only ones who were worthy of it).

I can honestly say, now, that there is no such thing as too much cake.

I know that it is a long-standing belief that there is such a thing as too much of everything.

Today, I have proved that to be a myth.

You’re welcome.

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