So, the Professor made an experimental cake for this party that she’s going to, one that contained balsamic strawberry puree. Oh, I know, already, you’re like, “Damn, how did that turn out? Did it taste good?”
Mere seconds ago, she called me because she dropped the cake. In her gravel driveway. As you can imagine, she is devastated.
But she imparts two pieces of information to me immediately.
1. Obviously, she dropped the cake on her gravel driveway; it’s a complete loss.
2. And, even worse, it was delicious.
Yes, this woman, seeing her experimental cake explode all over the driveway, still, for the sake of Motherfucking Science, scooped up a part untouched by the driveway and tasted it so that the cake would not be a total loss.
I felt terrible for her, but I had to cheer when I heard that. Damn straight, Fate. You may destroy our cakes, but you cannot completely rob us of their deliciousness. It’s almost like a metaphor for life.