I would be remiss if I didn’t say a word or two about the overpriced Baskin Robins birthday cake I bought for my nephew. It was at least double the price of the supermarket variety, easily quadruple what you would pay for a sheetcake at Costco. So if you’re a heartless Grinch who doesn’t give a hoot about the joy of a birthday boy* or girl, carry on. As you can well imagine, I wasn’t overjoyed to be paying shy of 50 bucks for a lousy ice cream cake, but here’s the thing: it wasn’t a lousy birthday cake, it was perfection. Don’t get me wrong, those chocolate Carvel crunchies are a beautiful thing, and they never do skimp, but their icing feels like wax, tastes like glue, and yet we eat it. Not so with Baskin-Robbins, every bite, a fresh, creamy delight. It’s not on anyone’s diet, not even the Paleo’s, but it’s well worth it.
* Note: That birthday boy was worth every penny.