We managed to do our latest episode on PB&J with zero references tohe now-elderly internet meme Peanut Butter Jelly Time. (C'mon, don't say you've forgotten so soon.) It's the right call, and besides, I have always had a soft spot for another song from the Buckwheat Boyz, perhaps their only other song: "Ice Cream and Cake." Like PBJT and The Sporkful, it celebrates ingredients serving together in the quest for better eating. But unlike PBJT, "Ice Cream and Cake" is nobly didactic from its very title. It preaches a gospel of ice cream and cake.

The conjunction is vital, because it is the only thing separating a joyful birthday dessert combo from the nasty pile of torture that is an ice cream cake. Ice cream and cake are glorious desserts on their own. Placing a scoop of ice cream alongside a slice of cake creates a different good experience when managed properly. But these two must draw no closer. The mountain of slop that that retailers call ice cream cake insults both ice cream and cake. Receiving one of these frosty logs with "Happy Birthday" doodled on it is the third most definitive way to find out your parents don't love you, after violence and abandonment. Serving ice cream and cake together can be fine, but attempting to combine the two into a single item leads only to sorrow and disgrace. (Dedicated Sporkful listeners will recognize this as the Futon Problem. Undedicated Sporkful listeners can improve their lot by checking out the iced coffee discussion in episode 2.)

The Buckwheat Boyz crafted a work of art that respects both ice cream and cake, while understanding that fusing them into one are the mad thoughts of a Dr. Frankenstein. Remember that as you drink in their oeuvre, presented here with handy clip art to aid following along.