A Tasty Kind of Afternoon Not to be indelicate about it, but if Mom made me eat one more bite of cake, I was going to throw up. I'd honestly ingested enough dessert in the last hour to sink a submarine with no end in sight. Don't get me wrong. I loved my mother's baking. But a girl has her limits, and I had finally reached mine, groaning, burping softly around the chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, buttercream and banana...