Column: The tradition of the mystery cake
"So the cones are the nails? And the cupcakes must be... fingers?"
That was the comment from my nine-year-old son last weekend as he checked out his brother and sister's birthday cake for the first time.
He was thinking too hard, of course. The cones were in fact just cones and the cupcakes represented scoops of ice cream.
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