Let me taste the colors
I’ve been on a recent kick of eating things that are “natural” and “don’t have masses of refined sugar” so maybe this is to blame for my near-uncontrollable urge to have giant Augustus Gloop-sized bites of this cake in my mouth right now. Maybe. But maybe it’s that it is a psychedelic eyeful of magic that can’t possibly exist in real life (except that it does!).
Sugary equivalent of a box of crayons melted onto the backseat of your car. Delicious.
I am telling myself right now that this cake is probably not that tasty and mostly filled with chemicals and that things in nature that humans should be ingesting do not come in bright circus color like something Rainbow Bright’s pony would dream after a day of painting pretty pictures and napping on clouds, but my ability to reason is getting its ass kicked by the rainbow. As I type this sentence, the bright colors are setting off little fireworks displays in my brain. Something of this unworldy color is something I want in my worldly stomach. I will bake and eat this cake and I will be sad when it is gone.
Magic.
