I work in a family business and my sister-in-law always brings in cakes she decorates. She took all of the Wilton classes and likes to practice and everyone at work (except me) is a willing cake taster. Last week she brought one in and all day long I could smell the frosting in my office. The smell was so much more potent I guess because of the way my body functions now.

Alas, I resisted, and my hips are thanking me.