Would you, would you relish making love at midnight, in the dunes of some random cape?
Yea, no…I dunno…
I don’t know how I feel about piña colada. It’s just too creamy and frothy for my taste, plus I can never strike the perfect colada to liquor ratio.
As for getting caught in the rain… Well, I will just look like a damn scarecrow once my hair dries.
I’m not much into yoga; mainly because my body just refuses to bend that way.
And let’s be real, no one uses half their brain.
As for making love in the dunes of a cape? Do I really want sand up my crack?
No…
So where does that leave us?
It leaves us with cake. A cake inspired by this piña colada song; as a means of escape.
This cake, for me, conjures up images of an island cabana boy named Pablo on some tropical island.
Is the sand powder white?
Hell yea…
Is Pablo wearing a Speedo?
Sometimes… He’s European, you know…
Is he tanned?
His skin is the color of cinnamon…
Does Pablo have cheese grater abs?
Puh-shaw… Of course he does…
With a flourish, Pablo and his mega-watt smile presents me with, not a piña colada, but with a cake ever so slightly reminiscent of the frothy drink; sweet and moist coconut rum cake with a caramel pineapple topping. The topping has a bit of rum in it. Not enough to overpower the topping, enough to show you what’s what…
And this is happening…
Not because I like piña colada…
Or getting caught in the rain…
Or because I’m really into yoga (I’m not)…
Or because I use a good portion of my brain…
We’ve already spoken about sand up my crack… Let’s not revisit that.
I love this cake because it gives me good reason to escape.
Escape work demands…
Escape numerous deadlines…
Escape the everyday “I want” or “I need”…
Escape unclogging my toilet at least twice a day because I keep forgetting to stop my the Home Depot to pick up one of those snake thinga-ma-joogies…