You know, you are all fighting about this fake cake thing. Meanwhile, I now have an actual cake catastrophe that is far more important. I made my husband take time out from work (he's been working from home due to the snow) to take me to the supermarket this morning, where he announced he was hungry, put a large lemon and walnut cake in the trolley and then when we packed the bags he made me leave it out of the bag so he could eat it when I went to the next shop.
I got into the car and said don't forget your cake, it's in the bottom of the trolley
I won't forget my cake, he said
We drive 5 minutes down the road and he says "where's my cake?"
[livid] [boggle] [baffled]
erm. It's probably in the bottom of the bloody trolley then. Isn't it?
But he wouldn't go back for it. 
I may have spent the next hour going on and on and on and on about how, in my many years of shopping, I have NEVER left something either in the trolley or at the checkout.
I blame MN for this. I don't quite know yet how it is your fault, but it is and I will work it out and come back to you later.