So put on some elastic-waist pants and grab a fork.', Baking a cake is hard work, but tasting it is pure pleasure. Though the meaning of the word (originally lump of something), not to mention our expectations of its ingredients, has changed over time, we now celebrate cake as the coming together of flour, sugar, butter, eggs, vanilla, baking powder, and a pinch of salt. If we were to bake a cake to celebrate the birth of cake (cake is an Old Norse word, first used around 1230), it is hard to say how many candles would go on top. The book is held together by the hero on a quest, one that traces cake history and tradition. She takes decorating classes, shares recipes, and samples the best cakes and the worst. She interviews famous chefs like Duff Goldman of Food Network's Ace of Cakes and less famous ones like Roland Winbeckler, who sculpts life-size human figures out of hundreds of pounds of pound cake and buttercream frosting. She visits factories and local bakeries and wedding cake boutiques. Miller embarks on a journey (not a journey cake, although it's in there) into the moist white underbelly of the cake world. Let Me Eat Cake is not a book about baking cake, but about eating it. As a book about cake would demand, this one is a multilayered, amply frosted, delicious concoction with a slice (or more) for everyone.

After all, it is so much more than dessert. 'item_description' : 'Few creations are more associated with joy or more symbolic of the sweet life than cake.

Let Me Eat Cake by Leslie F. Miller