A couple years ago, I attended a young boy’s birthday party. He was no ordinary boy – he was allergic to dairy, eggs, soy, nuts, the whole ordeal. So, I was extremely curious to see what dessert would be served at his event. His mom came up to me and offered me a slice of the moistest and most delicious chocolate cake I had ever tasted.
She proceeded to tell me the cake was called the “Depression Cake.” What?! A cake called the Depression for a kid’s birthday party?!