Just Last Week, I Had a Slip

What’s sweeter than a decadent red velvet? A red so sweet, it defies conviction–or confection.

Cream cheese buttercream fluffed with screams. Carmine blocks of fatty, dense slabs infused with hearty bits and fingertips–sliding around the mixing bowl.

An empty stomach, the silent room’s garnish.

A mother’s eye, for added detail.