At our giganternormousmegacropolisupermarket out here in “the hills,” Jim and I recently ran across a stellar display in the bakery department; tables covered with about 50 identical and freshly baked “hamburger cakes.” Each was sealed in its own clear plastic cake cover, and they were on sale for $6 a pop. The things you see when you don’t have a camera. We had to buy one. About one foot across, the meat and bun are made alternately out of vanilla and chocolate cakes, and the butter icing is colored and formed to look like lettuce, tomato, mustard, cheese and bread. It even has real sesame seeds sprinkled all over the top. We expected it to be awful, but it was surprisingly good. I thought I had run across some new, hidden supermarket bakery trend out here in the gaseous swamplands, but alas found out that the hamburger cake is a tried and true suburban mom tradition.