A cake to watch the world go by
It was a cake that was meant to be eaten slowly. Dense and rich it wasn’t designed to gobbled up in 5 minutes, it was a cake with which you finished a story. A whole chapter kind of slice. Not the makings of a mere paragraph.
It was the cake that would last the retelling of a date gone wrong, or stay on the plate as romance blossomed on the table next door.
It carried with it the joy of slow food. Talking almost long to eat a slice as it did to bake.
This of course is the secret. to let yourself sit in a chair doing nothing, watching the world go by and very occasionally having a bit of what might just be the most perfect carrot cake ever.
Which when you think of it isn’t that much to ask.