I really don’t know why the lower class of Paris got so upset at
Marie Antoinette’s remark of “Let
them eat cake”. Firstly, she never said this; it
was just a vicious rumor, but come on! Cake! Who doesn’t love cake? Cake
to me is the epitome of bliss. And there’s cake for every personality:
cream-filled cake, gluten-free cake, ice cream cake, wedding cake, plain ol’
vanilla cake. I covet every kind of cake (besides the ones with fruit in the
frosting. Really? Fruit? That’s not a dessert – that’s healthy). I adore yellow
cake with dark chocolate frosting, Dairy Queen’s s’mores cake, but above all,
above everything else, my all-time favorite type of cake is red velvet. Most
people enjoy cake, that’s true, but my favorite cakes are my favorite because
they are linked to my fondest memories.
My dad and I don’t really get along. That is, we don’t
talk much and when we do, it is usually a big mess. My dad started his own
contracting business from absolutely nothing. After years of stress and hard
work, he has succeeded in making KaufmanLynn Construction the second biggest
construction business in South Florida. While I am very proud of how much my
dad has accomplished, I am also disappointed because when I was growing up, my
dad would take his stress home with him. He couldn’t seem to turn off “boss mode”, so
scolding and pedantic reprimands were often a theme in our house. Happy
memories of my dad are scarce, but I do remember one very special time. I was
12 and it was his 44th birthday. My sister, Hillary, and I baked him
this positively scrumptious yellow cake with dark chocolate frosting. It filled
the house with the sweet aroma of vanilla. We wiped the lingering batter from
the bowl and licked the gooey goodness from our fingertips. We decorated the
outside of the cake with rainbow sprinkles and green icing in poor cursive that
said “Happy Birthday!” He came downstairs and was completely surprised. We sang
him the birthday song and took huge helpings of that yellow cake with dark
chocolate frosting. He was happy that day and so were we. That cake will always remind me of my dad.
As for the Dairy Queen s’mores cake? Well, that reminds me of my mom. You
see, Dairy Queen doesn’t make a s’mores cake (at least, not on their own). My
older brother Harris was leaving for The Citadel, a prestigious military
college in South Carolina, and my mom wanted to send him off right. She planned
to have the whole family come over for a send-off-dinner and wanted a special
cake for dessert. Brilliance struck! Dairy Queen makes the most luscious ice
cream cakes. My
mom ordered a chocolate ice cream cake and brought in her own crushed graham
crackers to be mixed in with the marshmallow filling. The
staff was a little hesitant at first, but after completion, they all agreed she
was a genius. She had created the Dairy Queen s’mores cake. After dinner had
finished, out came my mom with the most glorious ice cream cake anyone had ever
seen. Just one bite and everyone immediately fell in love. Second helpings were had by all. Now,
for a special event in the Kaufman household, it’s a tradition that a s’mores
cake will be served.
Well, every special event but my birthday,
that is. Every year for my birthday, my candles are always staked on one
dessert– a red velvet cake. Besides red being my signature color and the name
sounding so smooth, red velvet is the most delectable cake to ever exist. The
cake is just chocolate with red food dye, but don’t think for one second that
it isn’t positively delicious. Who doesn’t love chocolate cake, especially when
it’s perfectly moist? I have to say, the cream cheese frosting is the best
part, though. If
you find a red velvet cake recipe that calls for a regular vanilla frosting
rather than a cream cheese frosting, throw it away; it is wrong. Cream cheese frosting is the only
way to go when baking a red velvet cake. The cream cheese frosting is what
makes red velvet cake so special. I’m so excited for my birthday to come each
year so I can glob on that extra frosting to my little slice of red velvety
heaven. Red velvet cake always reminds me of October 25th, where
everyone thinks of me, sings me the birthday song, gives heartfelt gifts, and
sends good wishes. But everything wonderful about my birthday before dessert
time pales in comparison to when I slide that first forkful of cake into my mouth.
Red velvet cake is the sweetest, most mouth-watering delight.
If the starving people of France had only known about
yellow cake with dark chocolate frosting, Dairy Queen’s s’mores cake, or red
velvet cake, there wouldn’t have been any riots. Marie Antoinette would have
been praised for her good taste. She would have gone down in history as the
sweetest queen France has ever known. The deliciousness of cake can only do
good. So
I say: Prevent such atrocities from reoccurring! Don’t be afraid to try a tasty
tiramisu! Bite into that beautiful Bundt! Sample that scrumptious Swiss roll! Let
them eat cake!
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