“…when it was time for dessert, the prince’s entire livery…carried a generous-size torte with colorful flaming candles – amounting to some fifty candles – that began to melt and threatened to burn down…” (Goethe, letter 1799).
Why the preoccupation with celebrating our own personal uterine liberation day with flaming cake? Comes down to the simple survival instinct, Members – what better gift is there than something that can keep you warm and burn down the house if need be? And what better ritual exhibition of power than to extinguish said powerful element with one’s own two lungs? Yes, it might not be time for your pagan party of earthly arrival, but this week act like it is. Set some spongecake on fire and laugh until it goes out.