The Man Who Ate Cake

I told Raife on the phone, before he came, that Lisa, Ricky and I made a pumpkin cake with cream-cheese frosting. “I don’t eat sweets, Adam,” he said matter-of-factly. I took him at his word. Apparently he was kidding.


Raife ate the entire Pumpkin Cake. I kid you not. Ok, maybe I had a few slices here and there. Maybe Brian did too. But Raife consumed that thing like it was a human soul and he was the Grim Reaper. The whole cake is gone now. All that’s left to show for it is a satisfied houseguest sleeping on the couch.

4 thoughts on “The Man Who Ate Cake”

  1. Elizabeth (again)

    i’ve enjoyed your blog so much that i’m starting to wish i lived in NY ;D

    (PS – i voted for Kerry too and, though ice cream is my primary vice, i am all about the cookie campaign… next election we must advertise MUCH MORE!… maybe we could get something on the zipper in times square? ;D )


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