Because making a cake is as much about thinking about baking the cake as it is eating the cake,
and because there is as much pleasure in cracking the eggs and mixing the batter and greasing the pans,
and the smell of a cake in the oven as it bakes, and the feeling of success when the layers are flipped out of the pans, for all these reasons we had cake this weekend.
AND because I like to use the cake plate with the glass dome, and believe in the liberal use of sprinkles, and love the appearance of a cake on the dining room table, these are also reasons we had cake this weekend.
There is of course the light sweetness of the cake on the tongue, and the tender buttery softness of the crumb as you chew, and the delight in licking the frosting off the fork, these are also reasons to have cake.
See how I just demonstrated the therapeutic value of cake? Cake. It's good for you. Don't listen to anyone who tries to tell you otherwise.