Ahh, Melbourne Cup Day. That day when we celebrate an orgy of horse death by getting decked out in our lushest garb (for the women) and tackiest possible suits (for the blokes) and throwing back cheap champers in the office lunchroom while Mike from accounting keeps trying to talk to you about his new deck. Mike, I’m drinking fizzy goon and mourning the senselessness of this whole affair. I do not need to hear about your new deck.
Keen on having an excuse to cut loose in the office but really want to remain cognisant of the fact that a whole bunch of horses will probably die after this race? Look no further! We’ve been sent this pic of a cake taken to an office Melbourne Cup luncheon – with included baking competition – which absolutely brings a degree of grim sobriety to the proceedings.
The cake, which took four hours to produce, is very good:
The creator of the cake provided us a short, but inspiring rationale: “I believe firmly in the promotion of animal rights activism through baked goods. Except for all the eggs.”
There ya go. It’s possible to tuck into a lovely cake on Melbourne Cup while also agitating for the whole crooked affair to end.
Source & photo supplied.
