Every time I am in my office, or so it seems, things pour in. How is it my colleagues seem to take picnics from the upstairs cafeteria (which I love) to their offices and happily (I assume) consume them? The other day, with a sumptuous carrot cake, full of nuts and delicious moisture, having "borrowed" a fork to plunge into it, in came someone impassioned about manifestos, so of course, when anyone is impassioned about anything, you have to give them -- you WANT to give them -- your full attention. I couldn't continue my solitary delight. I put it behind some papers, sort of hoping its deliciousness would penetrate some of the dryness of them. No such luck. Farewell, carrot cake, with your gorgeous icing.