Maximalist cakes, like these from Maddy’s Bakeshop, meet the moment with an excess of color and joy.
As the firehose of bad news sprays ceaselessly, little seems powerful enough to staunch the flow or even momentarily relieve the sting. Except cake. The bigger, the bolder, the more unafraid of any imaginary limits, the better: Barbie-pink ruffles, lakes of deep-purple jam, and an entire bouquet of long-stem flowers poking in every direction.
Cakes stretching the length of a table, dripping with intricate vintage piping, or studded with glazed peach halves and showered in crumbled Froot Loops embrace chaos and radiate joy. They brim with unmitigated absurdity, whoop-de-dos, and
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