Last week, while entering the 110 freeway from the Hill Street on-ramp, I ate my first car cake. I did not get crumbs in the stitching of my leather seats. I did not smear frosting on the steering ...

Let’s all be honest: When we reach for a slice of cake, we’re in it for the frosting more than anything else. There’s nothing that can transform a cake from just OK to practically heavenly like a ...