My French teacher told a story about her first day in France, how she was trying to buy a gift for her host mother. This was the early- or mid-1960s, so a certain class of women still wore gloves on a semi-regular basis. So she went into a department store to buy gloves for a gift, and she kept saying, "pour un gateau, pour un gateau." And the clerk kept looking confused and alarmed. Un gateau is a cake. Un cadeau is a gift.

Mmmmmm, glove cake.