My first comics I drew as a kid were about tofu torturing children. My parents both worked in a tofu factory, and as a kindergartner I found that to be hell.
These days I like tofu. Especially with peanut sauce. Live and learn.
The quiet understated message in this strip completely tickles me: that if I have 7 pieces of cake, I get insanely silly, abrupt, and fork stabbing in what i think is humor in the moment. There is a bit of that gleam in her eye.
This is one of those strips which was a singular inspiration, which hit it’s mark and then ran with it. It should be saccharine sweet, but it simply works.
Also, my housemate bought it, and so I got to look at it over the sink for a year or so before I left Olympia. :)