I have a thing for cake. I think this may come from my early years of cake deprivation (thanks dad), but there’s something so decadent and lovely about cake that it is the perfect celebratory thing to me. In fact, I’ve even written a picture book about cake because I love it so much.Â
We decided to get some We Made It To Portland and We’re Still Alive cake from the famous Papa Hadyn’s home of the ginormous cake case, but what I didn’t realize was that it not only does dessert, it does dinner and kind of schmancy dinner at that. So we schlumped in all sweaty from our hike there (we took the long way up the hill and back down for this view:)
wearing our Hanging Out on Sunday Hiking Up Mountains clothes. Everyone was there in their Out to a Fancy Dinner clothes so we tried to be unobtrusive and blend in by the cake case while we got our boxes to go.
I thought we had gone unnoticed, but no! On the way out, there was this preppy guy dressed in a lime green polo shirt (I know — lime green???). Barrett had already slipped out but the lime green polo shirt guy definitely noticed me. He looked right at me and I thought maybe he was going to complain about the riff raff they were letting in, but that wasn’t it at all… instead he gave me the Eye! Not the, wow, you look like you should be grabbing tacos from Pepino’s down the street (which we actually did — the dress is casual and the food is awesome!), but in a hey there, baby, kind of way. Seriously.
You may doubt that I know the Eye, which I can totally understand as I can be a bit dense about things and I’ve had issues spotting the Eye in the past. I may have even ended up on dates that I thought were friendly study sessions and had to quick run for the door when I finally realized what was going on. Actually, I had this happen so many times in one semester as an undergraduate that I spent my last day of class in the set shop avoiding eye contact with several other members of the class lest they get the wrong idea again. This made it difficult to ask anyone to pass me a hammer. But because of these unfortunate incidences my Eye Spotting Skills have increased greatly since then. Here’s a video of what the Eye looks like for proof. You need to imagine that I’m a pompous, preppy guy in a lime green polo shirt.
See! Apparently, when you are sweaty and underdressed there is no hiding from the Man, no matter how much you want to. At least it wasn’t to get the business about not being quite up to the standards of the establishment, but still… it was definitely not the under cover operation I was going for.
Despite the schmancy people and the polo shirt Eye Giver, the cake case was everything I dreamed it would be. Layers and layers of cake of all different kinds, many of them chocolate, some of them chocolate with a twist, all fluffy and creamy and wonderful.
The cake itself was to die for.Â
I hope you’re having a wonderful cake-filled week!
p.s. Barrett took the photo of Mt. Hood at the top of our street and put the caption on it — doesn’t it look like a postcard?