Back in the day, as we old schoolers like to say, you could have food packages sent to you directly from home. We could receive anything friends or family purchased at the local supermarket, from canned goods to freshly baked donuts and cake. This last item often elicited good humor from the guys, such as “That cake doesn’t have a hacksaw middle does it?” *wink-wink* I always found this to be humorous because it’s a stereo type pulled from Hollywood movies or prison lore. Nowadays, every package entering a facility is x-rayed, opened, thoroughly searched and scrutinized, and then handed to you one item at a time. Good luck on that ‘special’ cake.
