What the cake?

I was going to give you a blog, updating you on my life, love and passions. But, I started eating a risotto cake and got distracted. Because, I was going to tell you I was eating a risotto cake, but then thought you might get confused and think it was some sort of gross sweet cake rather than a mound of fried risotto. And, I got to thinking, why is this morsel of (not so goodness) that I'm eating called a cake? Where does it get off doing that? Crab cakes, salmon cakes, none of them are cake... at least I don't think so. They're stuff mushed together and fried. They're savory. And then you have rice cakes, which also are just some how melded together. Because when you say 'cake' I think of birthday, wedding, german, cup, strawberry or chocolate cake. Which is not birthdays or weddings or germans or cups or strawberries or chocolates mushed together and fried. Clearly. So what is a cake. And, why when someone created these things were they called 'cakes' and if you follow that its just stuff with a binder cooked in a pan or in the oven then hamburgers could be cake! I think our culinary vocabulary might need to expand. We can't just give the same names to different things. This is ludicrous. And not the rapper. The english language does this a lot. We're lazy vocabulary learners.

Ok. I'm done. But, next time I'll tell you about life. love, spoiler alert: there is none. And what i may do with my life.

So, today, have your cake and eat it too. You can have chocolate, salmon, strawberry, vanilla, crab...