As someone who likes to bake and doesn't own a car, I have schlepped a lot of cakes on a lot of trains. I've maneuvered pies over subway turnstiles and Tupperwares between strangers' elbows. What was unusual about this one lemon cake was that I wasn't carrying it—and that's where this experiment was born.
The stern hand of confectionary justice has forced a New Jersey bakery (it really couldn't have been anything other than a New Jersey bakery) to stop peddling its diabetes-inducing morsels after the FDA discovered that the bakery (which, again, is in New Jersey) was dumping assloads of sugar into its sugar-free baked…
A woman in charge of helping the Girl Scouts organization manage money has stolen a non-Thin Mint from her employer, and now she's Do-Si-Do'd her way into trouble with the law.
Yesterday, at a bakery which shall remain nameless, I witnessed perhaps the most sinister pastry ever. No, your eyes do not deceive you: That's indeed a diner-style "scone" studded with Oreos. It practically glowers, angered by its own existence.