Some tastes you grow into. When you’re little, you want sweet, plain and
simple. With toast you want jam. Specifically, you want strawberry – something
straight-forward and sugary: reasonable, red, familiar. Then you graduate to
something a little more sophisticated, a gateway fruit, maybe a raspberry. You
come to like that slight sharpness with the sweet, and from there you start
contemplating that most grown-up of grown-up spreads: marmalade. You never
would have entertained the idea of chunks of tart chopped-up orange on your
toast some years ago, but now, that citrussy sour-sweet is somehow what you crave
each morning. How did that happen?
Though strictly speaking, cake is not for breakfast, this particular one
is actually kind of perfect as the first meal of the day - soft and golden as
the sunrise, its bittersweet bite as good a wake up as a cup of coffee.
Come to think of it, cake for breakfast is kind of a childhood fantasy, so maybe you aren’t as grown-up as you thought after all. Phew.
