So a birthday cake would, were it not a cake call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which it owes
Without that title
And grant your wish undoubtedly
I am a smorgastista. Easier on my wallet then another sort of ista, and does not take up closet space.
My very own mother is an expert on birthday cakes and basks in the glow of tiny candle light brigades of scholarly glory.
“The Birthday Cake: Its Evolution from a Rite of the Elite to the Right of Everyone,” by Shirley Cherkasky is her cake chef d’oeuvre, received with exuberant interest by culinary historians and lay people worldwide.