Cake My Day aka Make My Life


Come and put your name on it
Put your name on it
Come and put your name on it
Your name
Bet you wanna put your name on it
Put your name on it
Come and put your name on it


Ba-ba-baby, uh



It’s not even my birthday
But he want to lick the icing off
I know you want it in the worst way
Can’t wait to blow my candles out
He want that cake, cake,
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Cake, cake, cake



I finally understand what this song is about. No, it’s not about actual cake (like come on, thats what “happy birthday” is for). Nor is it about whatever sexual innuendo all these kids this day think it refers to. After the pleasure that was just placed in my mouth, I am 110% certain: this song is about Ben & Jerry’s Cake My Day, bitches!



Now before I go on and rave about this flavor like I’m a mom on Facebook anytime their child breathes, let me digress. I cannot tell a lie (unless you count telling boys “I never do this”), i was NOT excited to try this flavor. Why? Because 99% of the time cake flavored ice cream, like penises, lets me down. Don’t get me wrong. I have had some AMAZING cake flavored indulgences. And by some I mean 2. The lucky 2 being Turkey Hill’s Birthday Cake and Cold Stone Creamery’s Birthday Cake Remix. I loved Birthday Cake Remix so much that I used to suffer through swimming the mile and 200 butterfly in swim meets when I was a wee child solely because my mom bribed me with it. I literally put myself through torture for that ice cream.  As a result, with the exception of Turkey Hill’s, no other brand has been able to do cake justice… that is until today.



Do you believe in destiny? Because I am convinced that’s what happened to me a few hours ago. Instead of going to Publix like I always do, I ended up going to 711 because I was (and still am) hungover and needed the only effective hangover cures: a slurpee. Because I was too hungover to make more than 1 stop, this meant that I was going to have to purchase my weekend BJ at 711 (don’t think I’m the first person to utter those words). But, to my horror, this 711’s ice cream selection was worse than the alcohol selection at an AA meeting! They only had 3 Ben and Jerry flavors! ONLY 3, ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME! And since the other 2 flavors were Cherry Garcia (which I am terrified to try, don’t ask me why) and Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough (which I have tried too many times to count), I was forced to try Cake My Day.



The moral of this story is never judge a book from its cover because Cake My Day is one of the top 10 BJ flavors I have ever had. The base cake flavor with buttercream was PERFECT. So smooth and literally tasted like I stuck my finger in cake batter and licked it. Although that would normally be too heavy of a taste for ice cream, this was balanced by delicious raspberry swirls (hello my fruit for the week). The last part of this perfect cake flavored ice cream creation was the yellow cake pieces, and boy, they did NOT disappoint. They were so fluffy and white and plentiful. I legitimately said “OH MY GOD YUM” as I ate my first piece of it (yes, this did make me drool ice cream all over my chin and dress).



This ice cream was so good I didn’t even watch TV or play candy crush as I ate. I indulged in silence. Slowly falling more and more in love with every bite.



But then, something horrible happened. I was admiring the beautiful pint when I saw it. Those words smeared on the front. Breaking my heart into a million pieces. “Limited Batch”. Kill me now. So i guess I found love in a hopeless place (Rihanna must be a big BJ fan because she writes so many songs about them), but only for a limited time. BRB running to all the 711s and supermarkets in the tri-state area to stock up before this angelic flavor leaves me forever.



Verdict: If you love ice cream as much as you love heartbreak,  then run forrest run to get Cake My Day. Hands down amazing. And kills 2 sweet tooth craving in 1. It’s only down side is that it will someday come to an end.



Rating: 8.5 out of 10 (I just can’t get past that they made a normal flavored ice cream limited batch, like hello this isn’t your stupid Bernie Sanders flavor, BJ)



This flavor is like boning a foreign exchange student. Most foreign exchange students are weird, creepy, and uncircumsized. But this one foreign exchange student got all the right moves..but you can only have him until he says Ta Ta for Life at the end of the semester.

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