The black hole of cakes

So, the chocolate cake Adam made me is the richest, most dense cake I have ever eaten. It's obscene. It's like a tangible group orgasm. It's so dark that the buttercream chocolate frosting has a metallic silver sheen. The chocolate chips make it almost impossible to stab with a fork. It has its own gravitational pull. It has its own event horizon. If you ate too much you might be pulled into a singularity and fall into a parallel universe. If a piece of this cake fell on the floor it would unwind the fabric of the universe.

That is a damn good birthday cake.

My husband is a damn good cook.