I feel like I owe you some explanation for this.
I know how you feel. Scrolling through your reader or inbox
only to see a bizarre cake pop up, the result of someone who was clearly stoned
or under the influence of some strange drug or maybe who was dared to spin a
dessert wheel-of-fortune and combine the three resulting adjectives into one
weird little bastard-cake. And it’s probably too much to deal with at whatever
hour of the day you are reading this. I totally understand.