Culinary perfection has been achieved

Somebody has made the ultimate foodstuff:

Meat cake.

No, seriously, a meaty cake. A cake of pure meatiness. Beats mincemeat pie into a cocked hat. Decimates bangers and mash.

Okay, see, this bears some explanation. A coworker is getting married next week, and we were talking about wedding cakes (I had just done one for two friends of mine). He asked if I could do one for him - totally joking of course. "Oh, sure, what kind of chef are you that you can't pump out a wedding cake on just two weeks notice??" He went on to describe his ultimate wedding cake. "I hate that wedding cakes are all girly. There should be like a groom cake to go with the traditional wedding cake. A guy's cake. Like..made out of meat."

A lightbulb went off in my mind. "I could TOTALLY do that," I exclaimed. "A meatloaf! With mashed potato frosting! OH MY GOD!"

And so she did. Well played.

In other news, the new season of Battlestar Galactica promises to be even darker than before, or so the rumor mill has told me.

Given how dark last season was, each episode this season should include a dial-in number where you can state your name and get a shipment of Valium delivered to your home.