"What are you pushing?"

"What are you pushing?" my mother sometimes said. She's 80-something now and relatively hip. But when she asked "What are you pushing?" she didn't mean to imply hashish, reefer, hemp, belladonna. She literally meant "What's on the plate that you're pushing across the counter to me?"

What am I pushing? Well, cakes. With past posts, I've suggested cake as a celebration. Today, I recommend it solely as comfort food. It's remedial and it's going to take at least two slices - - to get the taste of that buffoon from South America out of your mouth. How dare he address the UN assembly and blast our president? That simply is not allowed. Bush is our president; we will do the same awesome job we've always done at putting him down. But this clown from South America got Third World TV confused with Second City TV apparently.

Anyway, let them eat cake is my motto for the day. Specifically let them eat Small But Tall cake in any of the four varieties available: Yellow with Chocolate Frosting; Yellow with White Frosting; Chocolate with Chocolate Frosting; Chocolate with White Frosting. Contact me. We'll talk.

It's an open invitation to everyone - everyone except the joker from South America. If he contacted me personally and asked me for one of my cakes, I'd have to say "No cake para usted, Sheckie Chavas."