
I wanted to love you. Whip cream? Strawberries? You had the potential to be a great cake. But you’re not. You’re an awful cake. You tricked me in the summer of ’97 when I was a small child. I bit into you with all the confidence in the world only to be ridiculously disappointed and horrified. You stink Angel food cake! Your biggest flaw is that damn texture; it’s atrocious. I’ve come to realize that AFC is a low-fat cake, and THERE’s your red flag. That’s like walking into KFC and asking for a low-fat Double-Down sandwich. It’s preposterous!!
I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the taste of pound cake; it just shouldn’t be considered cake! Pound cake, you’re glorified bread and you know it! Think about it, the only difference between Banana cake and Banana bread is that rectangular loaf format. Pound cake is a frickin’ brick! Another red flag is that pound cake has never had a designated frosting; you might as well be a lousy muffin!
I love pancakes. But come on, you’re not real cake. The jig is up. You’re not sweet, you don’t work well with frosting, and if you were real cake, you certainly wouldn’t be served at breakfast. You’re not cake.