Cake & Christianity
Hang with me for a minute while I lay some groundwork. Seriously, don’t let any preconceived notions about religion make you stop reading.
The fourth chapter of Matthew in the Bible tells of Jesus’ 40 days in the wilderness. During that time, He was approached by the devil and tempted. Because Jesus is literally awesome, He did not succumb to any temptation. Rather than turn stones into bread to stave His hunger—while fasting—Jesus responded that man does not live on bread alone.
There is deep spiritual meaning there, and any number of commentators can explain it better than I. Maybe one day I’ll blog about what it really means in my life, but for now I have a far different reason for bringing it up.
“Man shall not live by bread alone.”
I’m convinced this is why frosting was created. Bread/cake on its own is fantastic, but frosting is…well, the icing on the cake.
Why is this scattered girl talking about cake on a lovely Friday afternoon? Because I love it, that’s why. L.O.V.E. I love the actual process of baking a cake, I love how it tastes, I love how it looks (usually), and I love how it smells. And also, it’s what I had for breakfast. Heck yeah, it is!
Once a month, our department rallies together and eats cake to celebrate birthdays and company anniversaries. Regardless of what else might be happening, that is a good day. The really good day, though, is the next day. When you get to the office early (which otherwise bites), you have first dibs on leftover cake for breakfast. It’s even better than the first time around because the cake has had time to rest in its bakery box. There might be some little crusty bits on the exposed sides of cake that need to be removed, but the frosting is simply divine. That extra time allows it to stiffen and get ever-so-slightly crunchy. Mmmmm.
I’m pretty sure that Marie Antoinette never actually muttered the words, “let them eat cake!” but Jesus suggested it. That’s reason enough for me to make it my mantra.