Last year, a baker once asked me, "Do you want icing on your cake?" Now, if there is just one thing you need to know about me, it would be that my answer is always, "Yes, ALL the icing." This year, I've gone back to my baker to get a new cake. And before I continue with my fictitious story, yes, I have an appointed baker, like I do with tailors, hairdressors and manicurists. I'm an important man, dammit.
Okay, onwards with my tale: every year, without fail, the baker asks me the same question about cake icing. I don't have to tell you again--unless you have the memory of a goldfish--that it's always an "affirmative" on the icing. All of it.
But this year, I had a new thought. An inception planted by Symphonists inside a dream I was having while dreaming about cake. I didn't just want icing. I wanted a new cake. I always get Black Forest chocolate cake; had it for years. Black Forest is old news, joining among the likes of carrot cakes. Customers can no longer tolerate messy and hard to eat cakes. Kids