Sometimes I'd rather read about cakes

I’ve been sitting here reading about cakes for far too long. I’ve lost count of how long, but surely /any/ length is too long when I could be working or writing on my books or cleaning the house or running outside.

But I’ve been paging through my favorite cookbook for recipes and stories and pictures of baked goods from long ago, filled with fruit cocktail or coconut or topped with lemon or meringue or powdered sugar.

Appalachian weddings would often feature cakes made of many thin cake layers; guests would bring one to add. The higher the cake the more popular the bride. How wonderful that sounds.

It all sounds much better than the vitriol online, then the laws out there trying to take my rights away and leave me bare and unprotected, the fighting among so many I know.