I shouldn’t start in the middle of a story, but this time I can’t help myself. I’m still thinking about it. That cake. Ok, THIS cake….
I don’t know what to say, other than while others were eating salads, and some folks, fries, I opted to skip lunch altogether and indulge in this piece of carrot cake.
When I first saw it, it was under glass. Like a retro 50s style cake plate and glass topper. It looked so fresh and gooey it just got me. I didn’t even ask the price. I invoked the “I’m on vacation” clause and just did it.
We picked a table on the deck, which overlooked the ocean and Scripps Pier. Then we each ordered a glass of wine. I can’t think of a more carefree Monday afternoon. Just a couple of gals, kicking back in California. No agenda, no grocery lists, and no calories or cares.
And I can’t think of a better piece of cake, ever.