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I have never been much of an ice cream person. On television you see girls who just got dumped going to town on a big bowl of ice cream. I have never understood why. I don’t find a bowl of frozen milk and sugar comforting. Sure, I like ice cream and would not turn down a cone from Bev’s even on a cold day like today, but it does not do anything for me in times of stress. The food that I go to when I am feeling overwhelmed is most definitely cake and pizza.

For reasons much too boring to get in to here, I have been feeling stressed lately. This is why a trip to Shindigz (5716 Patterson Ave) was completely necessary. The past two Fridays in a row, I have found myself eating cake for dinner. I say that, “found myself” as if I discovered it by surprise. I went to the cake shop. I purchased the cake. I knew exactly what I was doing.

I am glad that once in a while I do know what I am doing, unlike a girl that I observed this past week at my favorite cake place. She was sitting outside at a table with some friends and I could not help but over hear what she said to the waitress. “I’ll just be having coffee.”

I wanted to smack her in the back of the head (the girl, not the waitress). First of all, you are at a cake shop. I get it that the slices of cake that Shydigz serves can easily feed four people, but I still call foul. Buy your own damn cake if you are going so far as to visit a cake shop. You wouldn’t go to a cupcake shop and share a cupcake, or to a frozen yogurt store and share your froyo. Be an adult and take your cake like a man or woman, or whatever.

Secondly, it is 7:00pm. If your night begins with a hang out at a dessert place your plans probably do not include anything so adventurous that you need the second wind from a caffeinated beverage. Most likely you are going to end up on a couch watching bad tv. And no I am not projecting my problems on this innocent bystander. She is the one who ordered the coffee.

I don’t know why I am so flustered by the thought of someone not ordering a piece of cake at Shyndigz, but I am really taking it personally. It left me feeling just as stressed as I was when I started. Clearly, I take my cake very seriously.

Tell me. What do you eat when you are stressed?