I love cake. I have always loved cake. On the rare occasion that I have access to a cake, I will eat a slice, if not the whole thing (so you probably shouldn’t invite me to your wedding, straight girls, because I will also eat your fiancé). Today however, I discovered that even I have limits. Cake is supposed to be sweet and tasty, sugary, and delicious, covered and smothered in a frosting so decadent that your teeth disintegrate and splinter into shards at the sight of it.
Shrimp, radishes, carrots, and parsley. Ceviche it ain’t so.
These cakes are what I call “kitchen sink cakes” because they are covered in so many random things that even I would think twice before eating them.
I don’t really consider myself an adventurous eater, though. Would you chow down on these “kitchen sink” cakes?
