I liked sweets when I was a kid. I loved soda and candy, but especially soda.
I liked donuts. And in the suburbs, donuts are around a lot. Same with ice cream. And I loved, and still love ice cream.
But when I was a kid, I didn’t like cake. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it.
I would kinda get pumped up for cheesecake because it was a poor man’s adult ice cream to a child, but regular cakes were kinda gross to me. Gross in an edible way, but gross nonetheless. The cake was never moist enough, and the frosting was always too rich for my taste.
But now, as an adult, I LOVE cake. It’s like my favorite thing. And it makes sense. You can’t love cake until you love hot coffee and/or tea. Something about a hot drink and cake is a vacation for a new inner child within an adult. It’s like a safer cigarette. It’s like a treat for having to drink coffee or tea to stimulate our missions.
