Brent likes cake.
Just the other day he remembered that he liked cake.
Cake, not the music group that had a hit song "Short skirt, Long jacket" or something like that when we were in high school.
Cake, like the bus-stop bench advertisments show two radio d.j.'s eating.
Cake, like Brent didn't get for his birthday (he got birthday lemon merangue pie with a candle on it just on Saturday).
Cake, like the scent we could smell wafting in our office window last Saturday during work.
So, Brent made cake! Chocolate cake with chocolate coffee almond icing.
And it was good.