Another photo shows the packageīy the joystick, 'drivin' the bus.' The last picture shows a smiling Commander Curtīrown with the fruitcake by his face. The pink-and-green-wrapped traditional Christmas treat. Right there, on the dashboard, with a view of home out the window, sits Page displays photographs from a 1999 Hubble mission of the space shuttle Discovery (STS-103). 'It's Out of This World,' says the CCC Web site, quotation marks and all. Literally and not once, mind you, but several times. Where no other cake - not even those of the imaginary Betty Crocker - had gone before: Shirley Jean fruitcake, named for Harry Kunkel's daughter-in-law, would boldly go (Whether initials are a requirement or a coincidence, I'm in!) But Capitol's Morris did before them in 1914, and Little Debbie's O. Leonard realized their snack cake dream, just as Tastykake's Philip J. Kunkel (a cake name if ever there was one) and Edward The three Cs have beenĪround since 1922, when Harry A. Packaged one-dollar pound cakes stacked in a freestanding display at the end of theīread aisle at Shoppers food market: Capitol Cake Company. that I don't know about? And because I am, in addition to a cake junkie, a chronicīefore I discovered the truck, I hadn't noticed the brand name of the unglamorously Realized what it said: Capitol Cake Co., 1-800-EAT CAKE. I stared at it for a few minutes, contemplating commas, before I It, when I stopped at a traffic light behind a truck bearing a blue and gold logoĪnd phone number.

My two composition classes about punctuation, not thinking at all about, you know, One morning, I was driving to the University of Baltimore, planning a lecture for Let Me Eat Cake: A Celebration of Flour, Sugar, Butter, Eggs, Vanilla, Baking Soda,

Let Me Eat Cake by Leslie F. Miller