Let Them Eat Cake !!!!

Last night, worlds collided.

She-Fan hosted a fete at her lakeside cottage and Michael grilled the best swordfish ever caught.

With the Yankees being robbed of a 9 inning win, due to a blind call at second base ( Kinsler was out stealing by 4 feet and scored a needless run, as a result of being called safe ), I was nonetheless blown away by a perfect Yankee cap disguised as a chocolate cake.

If you venture to the calmer and far more charming Yankee blog site of She-Fan, you can see a video on this 100% edible joy.

My first reaction upon seeing the " secret desert" was legit and fabulous, as all who witnessed it will attest.

The film version, which could not be as spontaneous, will be stilted and stiff, as am I on camera.

She must have heard the story of how I once dropped my face into a pristine pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving, at a semi-family gathering.

But I did eat the brim of the Yankee cake hat, and it was great, although I had a blue tongue for 13 hours.

I am going to send each member of that umpiring crew a Yankee hat-cake. They deserve blue tongues for their hateful, home-team calls.

As proper guests are wont to do, we brought Michael his favorite rasberry/peach pie. I told him I had it shaped to look like the pitcher's mound at Yankee stadium, seen from above.