"A Decadent Breakfast" (Image Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Some mornings begin with cereal. Others begin with chocolate cake. And every so often, when the stars align—or more precisely, when kind neighbors like Marcy and Dave bring over something divine—life invites you to make a decadent decision.
Marcy is a marvelous baker. Everything she creates seems to emerge from her oven touched by a little magic. Her husband, Dave, jokingly claims the credit for her culinary masterpieces, and we all laugh, fully aware that his only role in the kitchen might be taste-testing. A few nights ago, they surprised me with a plate generously topped with slabs of rich chocolate cake, thickly frosted and crowned with crushed Heath bar.
Just looking at it felt like a celebration.
I had planned on a healthy breakfast the next day—something sensible like whole wheat toast with a polite dab of strawberry jam. But as I opened the fridge, the cake caught my eye and whispered, “Why not?”
And so, breakfast became a moment of joy. Moist, chocolaty indulgence paired with hot coffee and a smile that lingered longer than the frosting on my fork.
There’s a lesson in that unexpected morning: Yes, health matters. Yes, balance and responsibility are important. But being alive isn’t just about leafy greens and daily walks. It’s also about the occasional slice of cake for breakfast. It’s about embracing whimsy over routine, play over predictability, joy over duty. In short—it’s about living.
The whimsical moments, after all, are the ones we remember. Not the days we stuck to our diets or followed the rules, but the times we let loose, laughed, danced, or ate dessert before noon. These are the moments that color our lives with texture and delight.
So here's to neighbors who bake, laughter that lingers, and mornings that surprise us with sweetness. May we all dare, from time to time, to choose the cake.
~Wylddane
(Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Marcy is a marvelous baker. Everything she creates seems to emerge from her oven touched by a little magic. Her husband, Dave, jokingly claims the credit for her culinary masterpieces, and we all laugh, fully aware that his only role in the kitchen might be taste-testing. A few nights ago, they surprised me with a plate generously topped with slabs of rich chocolate cake, thickly frosted and crowned with crushed Heath bar.
Just looking at it felt like a celebration.
I had planned on a healthy breakfast the next day—something sensible like whole wheat toast with a polite dab of strawberry jam. But as I opened the fridge, the cake caught my eye and whispered, “Why not?”
And so, breakfast became a moment of joy. Moist, chocolaty indulgence paired with hot coffee and a smile that lingered longer than the frosting on my fork.
There’s a lesson in that unexpected morning: Yes, health matters. Yes, balance and responsibility are important. But being alive isn’t just about leafy greens and daily walks. It’s also about the occasional slice of cake for breakfast. It’s about embracing whimsy over routine, play over predictability, joy over duty. In short—it’s about living.
The whimsical moments, after all, are the ones we remember. Not the days we stuck to our diets or followed the rules, but the times we let loose, laughed, danced, or ate dessert before noon. These are the moments that color our lives with texture and delight.
So here's to neighbors who bake, laughter that lingers, and mornings that surprise us with sweetness. May we all dare, from time to time, to choose the cake.
~Wylddane
(Image and Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
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