More about cakes.
Remember, when my son was small, my wife (and his mother at the same time) read the fairy tale of Heydar many times at his request. The times were difficult (the 90s), with foods and sweets was tight. When they reached the point where Malchiš-Plohish was sold for a box of cookies and a bowl of strawberries, the son shouted joyfully:
And I too! I want to go to the cursed bourgeoisie.
What annoyed my mother...