Cake and Beer

I requested a carrot cake recently and my wonderful wife whom is an excellent baker and all around cook obliged and had one for me when I got home. My request was spurned by having heard recently that carrot cake "goes well" with a nice IPA, so having some on hand (I had just started in on a six pack of Ballast Point Big Eye IPA) I got a bottle from the fridge and poured a glass. Let me start by saying, "goes well" is an extreme understatement. This is one of the most exciting things to happen in my mouth since I had the food in Chicago. The carrot cake is very sweet and thick, the frosting leaves a creamy texture on your tongue and coats the sides of your mouth. Once you take a quaff of the IPA, however, the carbonation dances in and cuts through, scrubbing away the creaminess and leaves you with a wonderfully clean taste and feeling. The extreme bitterness of the beer is more than ample to handle the equally intense sweetness of the cake, symbiotically bringing them together into a Utopian-esque balance. And a slight, very slight, almost imperceptible spiciness from the hops perfectly compliments the spice in the cake as lost lovers who were meant for one another. Every subsequent bite and drink was the same wonderful experience. My wife looked at me in perplextion as I ooooed and ahhhed over the deliciousness, but I was unreachable in a euphoric state of bliss. I will never again eat carrot cake without IPA. To not would be to deny peanut butter of jelly, a hot dog of a bun, or apple pie of apples. It would be incorrigible. You're better off not to eat any at all, or just eat it with a glass of milk...I hear that "goes well" with carrot cake, but my standards have now been raised.