Here’s a little something awesome a reader sent me this weekend:
Just to be clear, she sent me the picture, not the cake. Said cake was made for her birthday, which happens to coincide with the Feast of St. Denis, he of headache-curing and preaching-whilst-decapitated fame. She learned of this august coincidence here, of all places. A little knowledge really is a dangerous thing.
Cake-wreckers beware. This was an intentional design choice, so I’d best not see it next time I’m wasting time over there.