What they say about pizza, they can say about cake. Even bad cake is good cake.

I love cake. Really any kind of cake makes me happy.

Shoot, the word cake makes me happy.

We knew in Morocco that there might be pastries because of that whole French occupation thing, but it never dawned on us (or me really, who am I fooling), that there might be cake.

But there was cake.

And it was good.

I am not anywhere near a foodie, so it’s hard to explain, but it was some kind of spice cake. And certainly to call yourself a cake, you should really have a frosting. This one did not have a frosting, but something like a glaze almost over the top of it.

It was moist and delicious and it was.cake.