The cake of culinary hope

If you know me for any amount of time you will know the reason why I am somewhat short and definitely chubby; I love cookies and candy. I embrace the culture I moved into (eat as much as you like) and move out of the culture I grew up in (one is plenty).

Recently I have gone through a baked good frenzy. The bakery that delivers our baked goods at Kairos sent us a week’s notice that they are going to quit being a bakery. I had to find someone else in 7 days. After tasting at least 5 different kinds of free baked goods I decided to go with Andy; for this story let’s call him Bob. Bob was a jolly guy with 2 coffee shops and a bakery downtown. His baked goods were…good. His timing not so much. He couldn’t deliver on Monday so I had to do something for Monday, as that was the first day the old bakery wouldn’t deliver the goods.

While surfing on the interweb I read a blog by Melissa about her delicious cake. I had that cake before and I remember it was very good. I decided I could make it and serve it on Monday then Wednesday Bob would start delivering.
Like a real wanna-be baker I got up before the crack and started my adventure to bake the cake of culinary hope. Normally I wouldn’t stay very close to the recipe but this time it couldn’t fail so I stuck to the recipe very closely, even mixing the dry ingredients before mixing it all together. I was nervous. The convection oven was so hot. Colorado Springs is so dry but the recipe said the cake of culinary hope couldn’t fail. That sounded like a recipe for failure. I pulled the culinary hope from the oven and looked at it. It didn’t look bad, but it didn’t look super great either. Nothing a little bit of frosting couldn’t fix. I decided to let it cool and go on with my day. When the time came for my cake to shine and be sold to coffee-loving cake eaters, I heard a crash.

My culinary hope on the floor.

You will never believe what happens next: the old baker comes walking in with a load of baked goods. Today was the last day they would deliver. “But it is Monday, why would you end something at the beginning of the week, I got up earlier then you!” My thoughts never formulated into a spoken word for it was too late. I had 3 boxes full of culinary hope and that’s all I needed.