Recently, I've been missing out on quality time with one of my very favorite local bakeries, Huckleberry. So after work one evening, I stopped by and did some studying while sipping on their refillable coffee to my heart's content. And since going to Huckleberry and not getting a treat is like going to France and skipping the bistros, I was also obligated to taste the cake pictured above. This was before I had eaten dinner, but I was guided by the law of the bakery. Big, fluffy, and chocolaty, this slice of cake is old school. It's much like the slice of cake I imagine kids returning to after school, particularly kids who grew up on farmland and who were served fresh from-the-oven slices coupled with a tall glass of milk straight from the cows.