I used to venture into the woods behind my childhood home when I was six. There, I'd mostly daydream and once I buried a time capsule. I also went through a phase of picking wildflowers which I would leave on neighbors' doorsteps--I'd ring the doorbell, hide, and covet the reaction the lady-of-the-house had when she discovered my small gift.
I believe cake and dessert are very personal. I also believe each are meant to be shared with loved ones. Tell me your most treasured stories and I'll recreate them in cake.
What do you suppose that would feel like?