S’More Cake… That Ironically No One Wanted
I had more success with a dog this week than I did with an unbelievably delicious cake. Should I stop all this baking nonsense, and just constantly walk George?
Why wouldn’t they just pose with the GD cake?!
One of the guys did offer to buy us a round of drinks (a first), and another creeper insisted on buying my friend Alex a drink, (and even though she finally gave in to his offer, she secretly paid for the drink herself. Thanks, 21st century). A homeless man gave her this amazing floral wreath on our way out, which she was happy to wear for a block or two before deciding its whereabouts were highly suspicious and decided to decrown herself. (Thank you again to her and my friend Elizabeth, for not only driving all the way downtown, but screaming over music for our two hour visit there.)
George The Dog
The evening was still a valiant effort; going up to boys in bars is becoming less like a trip to a foreign country. The cake is really magic… but then again, so is George the dog. And he requires significantly less clean-up. I took him to The Grove yesterday, where he managed to find the one other dog in the sea of tourist humans, who belonged to a guy my age visiting for the weekend. We had a nice chat that ended with him giving me his phone number. (Okay, business card. Still a win.) If he ends up moving here, I see some cake in his future…
Me With Frosting
*This week’s incredible S’More Cake recipe came from the equally incredible Deb Perelman’s Smitten Kitchen Cookbook. I give lovely Katy full credit for so beautifully assembling it.
Alex With Her Wreath