Let Them Eat Cake

O.K.  We’ve heard it millions of times, “Let them eat cake”.  Of course this is what Queen Marie Antoinette said when she was told that her subjects, the French peasants were hungry.  She was a young Queen, extremely wealthy beyond any idea that we peasants may have and just didn’t realize that they were literally starving to death. She was kindly telling her advisors to give them some of her delicious cake.  I know, I know, I may defending the late queen a little too much, but I have discovered just this weekend how important cake can be.  Enter the chocolate cake.  Chocolate, the crème de la crème of all sweets.

How many times have you heard a woman say that chocolate is better than sex?  How many men are in chocolate commercials, or chocolate cake commercials?  You see the connection between women and chocolate?  I didn’t, until just a few days ago.

I came in contact this weekend with the most delectable think I have put in my mouth in a very long time.  Chocolate Lava Cake.  Have you ever been so hungry that the first thing you ate was the best you ever had in your life?  You can be starving and eat a simple sandwich and loudly proclaim, “This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had in my life!” (this brings a friend to mind, but I won’t name any names). Maybe this is why this particular cake was so awesome, emotionally I needed chocolate cake.

What?  Did I just say “Emotionally I needed chocolate cake?” Turns out that that’s exactly what I said, and what’s even more surprising is that it’s what I meant.  Who knew?  Women really do need chocolate cake, and it can take the place of other um, we’ll just say unmentionable needs. It’s taken me 36 years to believe this for myself, but the chocolate lava cake really brought it home for me.

I, HLJ promise to never make fun of another commercial of a woman eating chocolate cake with her eyes closed while moaning with a smile on her face.  I promise to never make fun of a woman who is eating chocolate cake in place of doing other unmentionable things (whatever her reasons may be for putting chocolate cake in place of a man).

Don’t worry, to those of you who know me, there was no bad or ill-fated reason for me to “need the chocolate cake”.  It can be hard getting privacy in a house with two kids, especially when you have a toddler who doesn’t sleep through the night, or even in his own room. Enter the chocolate cake.  You can eat it right out in the open in front of everyone, and yes I do believe I closed my eyes and sighed loudly (no moaning though).

So for all the tired mothers who can’t get alone time with their husbands, for all the awesome single ladies who don’t have and probably don’t need a man, and for all the other women out there who have needs when their husbands are not around,  LET THEM EAT CAKE!  I know I will be.