MYSTERY: discovered a cake —UBE! — delivered to my doorstep. Don’t know who it’s from, or if it’s even intended for me. How long do I wait until I attack this thing?

I have some bad news. The DoorDash guy apparently left it on the wrong porch. The cake was intended for my neighbor. Yes, my Filipino neighbor. It has been reclaimed. Thank goodness I hesitated and didn’t eat any of it, you jackals.

I am so sad now.

The disappointment was too much. Just ordered an ube cake that is rightfully mine. On its way now.

Doorbell rang. Thought it was the cake delivery. IT WAS MY NEIGHBOR OFFERING THE CAKE BACK. His daughter apparently saw this thread!? I’m dead.

So freaking nice. But I had to refuse — it’s his Father’s Day cake. Plus I’ve got a legit one of my own on the way. But wow.

The replacement cake has arrived! Will eat after dinner.

Consumption of ube cake has commenced.

It is ube. It is so yummy.

Shout out to my neighbor. Enjoy your cake, sir. Happy Father’s Day.

Still eating it. #ube