Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.
Jeanne Ray (via fyoured)
This is exactly my take on nutrition.
I love this quote so much I want to frame it to hang in my kitchen.
I’m pretty sure this is my new life philosophy.
Reblogging for fab @eddieizzard and a philosophy I want to live by and rarely do. I usually am the one passing on the cake- though not out of smugness but of shame installed by what people will assume if I have it .
I do though have baby fish (ummm… these are marshmallow coated in chocolate) and hot chocolate at will when I feel really bad/under stress or celebrating. So I go through a lot of each at Armageddon 😉