The cake I’m featuring today demands your attention.
This is no shy, shrinking violet of a wedding cake. No demure, “Oh, look how sweet and innocent I am. Really, just a place in the corner for me.” No sirree bobby. This cake declares itself the grande dame of wedding cakes, and expects you to perk up and notice – and use your best posture – when you walk into the reception.
Or is it just me? You know, attributing personalities to cakes?