explain why you can't love me like i am a kindergartner

something short and sweet...

I don’t understand why I can’t have my cake and eat it too? I pureed the strawberries into a smooth syrup, the eggs are fresh from the farmer’s market, I double sifted the cake flour. I followed the directions and added vanilla and a pinch of salt. Whipped cream cheese and powdered sugar into a frenzy to put on top. I did the work, sweat in my kitchen as I poured the batter with precision and even did the dishes right after. This is a treat I decided to make on a Wednesday afternoon because I was desperate for decadence and because I had the time. This is for me and only me and that’s the point. Why would I not be allowed to access my prize? Why would I be denied entrance to a place I was invited to enthusiastically?

I swear to you, this will be the last time I beg for a spot at a table that doesn’t have the capacity to keep me full and still have the courtesy to offer me something sweet after my meal.

I eat half the cake in my underwear and lick the frosting off my fingers. I will probably have the other half for breakfast just because I can.