i gently attack the icing with the jagged teeth of the knife because this is my birthday party and mama started this stupid tradition when i was four years old and could hold the knife without endangering her or me as i deeply push the sharp blade into the soft cake down to the foiled-cover hardwood that holds a fifteen pound sweet monster of flour , sugar , and eggs then the farm baker removes the first piece from my art work handing off to me since im princess for the day .