"The afternoon was like the center of the cake that Berenice had baked last Monday, a cake which failed. The old Frankie had been glad the cake had failed, not out of spite, but because she loved these fallen cakes the best. She enjoyed the damp, gummy richness near the center, and did not understand why grown people thought such cakes a failure. It was a loaf cake, that last Monday, with the edges risen light and high and the middle moist and altogether fallen — after the bright, high morning the afternoon was dense and solid as the center of that cake."
--The Member of the Wedding, Carson McCullers
Oh yes. Damp, gummy cake is surely delicious (re: Starbucks' reduced-fat cinnamon swirl coffee cake...sticky and finger lickin' good). Unfortunately, Frankie's so-called aberrant taste in cake is just another (albeit small) example of her inability to fit in. And yet, is it so very wrong to desire something that others are inclined to declare a failure? Not when it comes to cake, but if referring to relationships, maybe so.