A few years ago, he’d taught a summer course in Amsterdam, and while he was gone, Pepper had subsisted mostly on birthday cake. The woman at the bakery had offered to pipe on the recipient’s name, and in her shame, Pepper had given a fake one.
I spent five years in Syracuse, NY, a place where the winters are gray and oppressive and where I was often seasonally affected for several months of the year. One of my coping mechanisms was birthday cake. And you know what? I still recommend it. If you’re feeling a little down, why not buy yourself a small birthday cake? I'm in favor of gathering joy where you can find it.
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