Also from the Swedish Bakery, I once sent a whole Princess Cake (marzipan covered, custard and cream-filled genoise) to my daughter, who was away at school for her birthday. It arrived undamaged; n spite of its delicate taste, it was surprisingly durable.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.