blue velvet cake for chrissy
So Chrissy got a brain tumor for her birthday. It was a really lame present, but hopefully it can be returned.
Not to empty my purse out on y’all.
birthday girl with a knife
Her neuro-oncologist told us if she had to have a brain tumor, this would be the one she would want to have. She’ll start treatment on July 8th for a grade 2 diffuse astrocytoma that is contained to one side of her brain. All we can do is be grateful for the good news in the bad, and I’m keeping an eye out for silver linings. “Maybe you’ll meet someone great at the hospital. Maybe I’ll marry your sweet middle-aged Asian neurologist. Maybe we’ll become best friends with Lexi the nurse. It’s all totally possible.”
We celebrated this best-of-bad news and Chrissy’s birthday this past Saturday at the magical Edendale in Silver Lake, where Chrissy accidentally discovered cakebarring one year ago. The Edendale, an old firehouse, is a restaurant and bar, and its back courtyard is one of the best places to walk in armed with a cake. The Edendale draws the right age demographic for us and highly tolerable hipster personalities, and the pool of people always gathered by the photo booth are low hanging fruit for offers of cake. How ’bout some sugar with that Old Fashioned?
my fellow tennessean
Chrissy’s favorite cake is Milk’s mind blowingly good Blue Velvet Cake, so I made one using a hybrid of the Betty Crocker recipe (for its dye suggestions, courtesy of our dear friend Amy) and the Cake Doctor’s Red Velvet Cake recipe. While the batter could have used a little sour cream to make it more moist and a little more violet dye to make it brighter blue, at 4 layers high, it cut well and got rave reviews. (The Edendale does charge a cake fee per cake, not per table, so I had to change my plan to make 1 GIANT cake, as opposed to 1 for Chrissy, and 1 for cakebarring purposes.)
While our fantastic friends were mostly the ones consuming the cake, I did offer a piece to a friend’s friend from Tennessee, and a native Angeleno in the music business who told me he’s a foodie. Maybe it was the fact that I had finished my entire drink (a big deal for me), or that I was about to have a panic attack from a cat running away under our care, or that my best friend was celebrating such an important birthday, but I freely shared our entire scheme with each of them while they ate the cake. And these boys were actually very interested. Tennessee guy said he would follow the blog just so he could keep eating the cakes– and get this, people. He’s a CROSSFIT TRAINER. Cakebarring wins over people who exercise for a living!
Justin the foodie asked me how many boys I’ve seen a second time after cakebarring. I tried to remember– 2? 3? He was happy to pose for a picture, (probably because he was surrounded by lots of our cute friends). I think this means that after six months and eighteen rounds of cakebarring, the strategy changes, and we start telling the guys about the blog. While “You got caked!” sounds too Punk’d for my taste, a friend of mine suggested handing out business cards with “Join the hospitality movement. Sittinginbarswithcake.” We will see.
While all of these developments with Chrissy’s health have really put our lives on hold, it’s nice to hold on to our cakebarring routine, and be looking forward to its evolving future. We felt some real good luck by the fact that our friend found her runaway cat, and the one missing photo booth picture from Saturday night was there waiting for us when we went back on Sunday– it’s the only one where Chrissy’s showing her scar from surgery. If that’s not a good sign, I don’t know what is.