I'm of an age at which I don't eat the stuff anymore. I just look at it. My doctor warns me all the time about never touching the sugary stuff anymore. Would catapult me right into my grave.
So, I have to rely on what the guests tell me about my cakes. And on watching them eat them. It's just that before the last cake eating session, I passed out in my wheelchair, and I simply don't know how all that stuff ended up on the table ... nor what happened to the guests, for that matter.
Cheers! (THAT they won't let me do either, but I don't give a hoot)