Cake is delicious.

Few other desserts elicit universal delight like cake. There is a reason birthdays, weddings, graduations, retirement parties and just about any social gathering tends to involve cake — because it’s awesome.

Cake will bring together a room full of people that don’t even like each other. It’s like the United Nations of food. No one is going to turn down cake just because they don’t like that guy in the cubicle down the hall.

I recently posted a status update to my Facebook page simply stating “wants cake,” and I got a slew of likes and comments in response. I can post something meaningful and poignant (I guess only to me) and only get a few responses. But a post about cake? An immediate “like.” There’s nothing to think about there. No political or ethical questions to ask yourself. Everyone likes cake.

You might have your preferences on the kinds of cake you like, or what toppings you will and won’t eat, but the basic cake-ness of cake is pretty much fabulous.

As for me, I don’t discriminate when it comes to cake. I love it all.

Chocolate with chocolate frosting? Yes, please. Yellow cake with white frosting and sprinkles? How festive! Give me some. Carrot cake? It counts as a vegetable, right? A fancy ganache concoction? Sure, bring it on.

I also don’t care what form it comes in. Sheet cakes, layered cakes, tiered cakes, cupcakes, upside down cakes — all good.

The only exception to the cake rule is fruitcake, and let’s face it, fruitcake is not really cake. It’s just a sort of sweetish (not very) bread that’s studded with dried fruit and raisins trying to pass itself off as something it’s not — actual cake. I’m sorry, but fruitcake, you are an imposter, suitable for use only as a doorstop.

In conclusion, cake is great. I think I’ll go have a slice….or two.