The Epic Tale of 2011 Cake
So, as I said yesterday, our New Year's plans were canceled sort of at the last minute, which led to us deciding to spend the night making EVEN FANCIER Macaroni and Cheese and drinking and watching CriMinds. We went to the store in the late morning/early afternoon and loaded up on ingredients for mac and cheese and champagne, but we neglected to buy dessert of any kind.
We didn't realize what an oversight this was until we'd already had a bit to drink.
"I wish we had cake," I said.
"Why didn't we buy cookies?" Becca said.
Instead of, you know, making a cake, we spent hours whining about how we didn't have cake. I went so far as to google quick dessert recipes before vetoing each one as "too much work."
This morning, we woke up, went to Target and Panera, and then came home.
And started complaining about how we didn't have cake again.
Finally, a few hours ago, Becca turned to me and said, "I'll make a cake if you'll make the frosting."
"Deal," I said.
Becca made Whacky Cake aka Depression Cake aka the newly dubbed "2011 Cake." I threw together some frosting. Then we frosted it and vibrated with excitement waiting to eat it.
Kait: And now, 48 hours after we started craving it, we have cake. After 80 hours of whining, it's come to us. We complained so much we stepped outside of the space/time continuum so we could complain more.
Becca: Instead of just making it two days ago.
Kait: I went so far as to google quick desserts--
Becca: I know, but it was too much work!
Kait: It was! There was one that was like, "put all these things in a blender" but then you had to--
Becca: Freeze it for five hours. You said.
Kait: I just wanted something I could put in a blender and then eat with a spoon.
Becca: Like a smoothie you didn't make in your vag!
Kait: ::literally doubled over laughing::
Becca: ::dropping her cake as she scoops it out:: C'mon, cake! Don't fall frosting first! You're a douche!
Kait: So the cake was made in your vag, then?
Becca: ::brandishes fork:: No. Go inside!
Kait: I'M JUST FOLLOWING THE LOGICAL FLOW OF THE CONVERSATION.
Becca: GO INSIDE OR I'LL TAKE YOUR CAKE AWAY.
Kait: FINE. THAT'S WHERE THE GIN IS.
Just another day in our apartment, guys.
We didn't realize what an oversight this was until we'd already had a bit to drink.
"I wish we had cake," I said.
"Why didn't we buy cookies?" Becca said.
Instead of, you know, making a cake, we spent hours whining about how we didn't have cake. I went so far as to google quick dessert recipes before vetoing each one as "too much work."
This morning, we woke up, went to Target and Panera, and then came home.
And started complaining about how we didn't have cake again.
Finally, a few hours ago, Becca turned to me and said, "I'll make a cake if you'll make the frosting."
"Deal," I said.
Becca made Whacky Cake aka Depression Cake aka the newly dubbed "2011 Cake." I threw together some frosting. Then we frosted it and vibrated with excitement waiting to eat it.
Kait: And now, 48 hours after we started craving it, we have cake. After 80 hours of whining, it's come to us. We complained so much we stepped outside of the space/time continuum so we could complain more.
Becca: Instead of just making it two days ago.
Kait: I went so far as to google quick desserts--
Becca: I know, but it was too much work!
Kait: It was! There was one that was like, "put all these things in a blender" but then you had to--
Becca: Freeze it for five hours. You said.
Kait: I just wanted something I could put in a blender and then eat with a spoon.
Becca: Like a smoothie you didn't make in your vag!
Kait: ::literally doubled over laughing::
Becca: ::dropping her cake as she scoops it out:: C'mon, cake! Don't fall frosting first! You're a douche!
Kait: So the cake was made in your vag, then?
Becca: ::brandishes fork:: No. Go inside!
Kait: I'M JUST FOLLOWING THE LOGICAL FLOW OF THE CONVERSATION.
Becca: GO INSIDE OR I'LL TAKE YOUR CAKE AWAY.
Kait: FINE. THAT'S WHERE THE GIN IS.
Just another day in our apartment, guys.