I don't know why people just want to try me! I am at my family reunion, and one of my cousins came in with his pregnant white girlfriend (it's a trend now). This girl insist on having this little dog there, because that is her "baby," is dressed like a ratchet Bratz doll with long plastic looking black extensions, I mean I cry for my generation. Anywho. So she comes in in a short dress, belly full of baby, short shorts, the dog in one arm and this cake.
I am taking the desserts, so she hands me the cake and insists that I need to try it. I only eat stuff made by my great aunts and uncles because it has been perfected over 40 plus years. I don't eat young people's stuff. So I politely say sure, I'll make room. This "cake" looks like a statement piece. It is in a pie crust, appears to souffle, then topped with a massive amount of creme and whipped cream.
Two things are a big no no for me. Food in close proximity to animals and white stuff. I don't eat white stuff. No milk, no vanilla ice cream, no white sauces, no mayo, no. So this cake is a no from me. Every 30 minutes, she asked me if I have tried the cake. Look I haven't been able to eat anything, because I am facilitating food service. I am not going to stop what I am doing just to taste your nasty arse stuff. Aunt Jessie dressing already gone and I am already in my feelings, I snatch a whole sweet potato pie and put it in a fridge. I turn around, " did you try my cake?" Negro looking at me apologetically.
Like who tf am I?!! I am one cousin of about 70 there, I don't know you, like what tf is up with this cake? I am petite, does it look like my life revolves around cake? Well, it does! I love cake! That why I have such a discerning spirit. I am not eating THAT cake. I was "oh, let me grab a piece and save it, before I cannot anymore." (Nobody was touching it, not even the children). On my way out, I tipped that cake in the trash can and walked off with a whole sweet potato pie.