In light of all the crazy happening in the world right now, as well as the stress of my own thesis and job search efforts, I am irrationally happy with a slice of cake for it is a simple reminder of togetherness.
As the sugars roll over your tongue, let the memories of the first birthday you remember wash over you. The triumph of blowing out your candles, the beaming smiles of your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, friends, an neighbors that had come over to celebrate your existence in this world.
As you lick the icing off your fingers, think about the graduation party full of cards and pats on the back wishing you well on your bright future. Hear the words “you did it!” shouted over and over, a mantra to your achievements, your hard work. See the beaming faces of the people gathered to revel in your happy moment, your success.
Let the fluffy nothingness or dense flavors pull memories of cakes made with friends to cheer someone up, cakes made to welcome you to a new neighboorhood, cakes made to celebrate love.
In the aftermath of horror, all we can do is take solace in the little things, like a slice of sugary delight, that bring forth memories of good that encourage us to stand up and demand more humanity.