Originally Posted by
CDTraveler
In college I had a friend who loved frosting, which I hate. I'd give her mine, and she'd give me her naked cake after she'd sliced off the frosting. Made us both happy.
My mother is diabetic, so when I was growing up, she'd have a small piece of cake, but wouldn't eat the frosting. She'd scrape that off, and I'd happily take that too.