A Frame for Your Cake
Dessert is a decadent transgression.
Do you frame cake like sex?
A bit shameful; something to deny you like; to withhold; to boast about enjoying, often, even alone in your apartment with no one else around?
To legitimize by eating it only on proper occasions (like sex only after marriage)?
Or, as a dish to embrace with voracious abandon and complete disregard for rules such as “none at breakfast” or “only on special days”.