It is possible that I have never tasted a truly decent angel food cake. My brother’s first attempt at making one came out the consistency of Play-doh and was about in the bottom 3 of things I have ever tasted, down there with my dad’s cheese-tomato soup (never do this) and my dad’s attempt at making protein infused blueberry muffins for backpacking (muffins without sugar do not taste good).
The second was out of a box mix and was somewhat airy and furry, I think. It was highly compressible and tasted vaguely of cherry. I was able to eat it, but my brother hated it. The thought of combining that with strawberries and whipped cream in my imagination does not immediately inspire a pleasant vision. It reminds me of strawberry mold, not shortcake.
I think Satan still thinks of himself as an angel in his own mind. He masterquades as an angel of light, after all, and so on some level, I think he still believes he is one.