Discussion: cake

I refuse to help with the chocolate cake.

Aren't you two in the same house? Can't you just talk to each other? Or is the supreme form of AP addiction?

Well lately we're trading-off parenting duties such that when he finally goes to bed, there's a lot less time together to talk.

Besides; she's fibing. She did help with the cake.

I had one piece. Paul helped more.

Let me know when you need a babysitter. I'll be glad to help with any chocolate cakes in the vicinity.

What is the recipe of this cake? Fifteen tons of flower, twenty trucks of sugar, an train load of ground chocolate and a White House full of eggs? No wonder it is hard to decogulate. Maybe you could map the next cake of this size.

I'm not sure about decogulating but mapping the cake would be too difficult; even with LIDAR. The size is even difficult to measure. It seems to grow on a plate after a few bites. Contours? Intricate twirling waves of icing with broken sea ice-like flakes of harder chocolate on top of a soft and moist but deep tasting body can only be mapped in one's soul. Is it open running or thick woods? Manmade or nature's creation? But really, I prefer cookies. This is just good diversion.

There is SCAD for soul mapping, an intricate application which maps the heart in many dimensions. Maybe we can convince Swampfox to have his inner landscape mapped after the shocking events of the last month. Desires, pizza gorging, control and running obsessions are mapped and cross-referenced with the inner child as well as with the parallel feature of the caretaking of real babies. Even dreams are being mapped real time. Mapping the cake eating experience is a piece of cake!

Alas, the cake has met its end...