Decadent cake and grief

Plus vigilante action heroes and i hate the Internet

At 56, you'd think a man would own a cake tin. But for the better part of five years, I've championed the sugar-free life. Before that, I was too absorbed in eating cakes to bother baking them.

Yet, here I am, haunted by the siren call of chocolate cake, the Matilda-like kind that oozes waterfalls of chocolate ganache.

This isn't just about the sensory in…