Quite a ripe toma-tah if I ever saw one. #1950sslang
I cannot be blamed for sticking my finger in this cake. The textures were too much for me.
It's a shame we don't get to eat the cake, considering that dude is sleeping on it.
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.