ROUND 34: 1-2-3-4 CAKE WITH COCONUT FROSTING

anna + me + nikki + cake

Last weekend was the first time I ever cakebarred by myself for a little bit, which felt much braver than it probably was, thanks to two strangers who very quickly became my cohorts in cake lies.

mona lisa friend

I started out at The Woods, a nice surprise tucked in a strip mall behind the El Pollo Loco on Sunset and La Brea. The place looks kind of like the Bigfoot bars, with its elk antler chandeliers and cedar blocks lining the walls. I forgot that I was coming on pre-Halloween weekend, and couldn’t figure out if all the girls wearing light-up devil horns were actually customers or employees. I sat in a back booth while I waited for my friends to meet me, wondering if I could offer people my untouched cake without looking weird and friendless. Then I saw a girl with a Mona Lisa costume– her face poking through a canvas in a giant picture frame– and decided she was a good place to start. “Could I take a picture of you in your costume if I give you a piece of cake?” I asked. “Sure,” she said. “But someone will have to feed it to me.”

I didn’t realize her awesome costume came with restrictive cake eating capabilities. Luckily, her friend was happy to oblige.

(surprise) teammates, dennis and nicole

Once I gave them each a piece, it felt easier to keep giving away the cake. The two friends sitting next to me were thrilled when I offered them some, as they’d been eyeing the cake (and smelling the cake) since I walked in. Dennis and Nicole, who both do noble things with their lives like clinical research, asked lots of thoughtful questions about cakebarring when I filled them in after our 2 minutes of friendship. When a guy walked up in the middle of this and asked if it was someone’s birthday, Nicole said quickly and convincingly, “Yes, it’s my birthday.” She offered him a piece of cake and he plopped down, asking how we all knew each other. “Oh, we’ve been friends for a long time,” Nicole said. WHAT? Nicole, are you in the wrong field? Should you actually be a spy?

Even though I would have liked to see Nicole and Dennis continue to lie to other people on my behalf, I left to go meet my friends closer to their house at bar #2: the Brickyard. While stuck in traffic, I saw Batman eating frozen yogurt all alone on the side of the road.  (I know. I should have asked him to join me. That would have been a surefire recipe for fun and romance.)

anna and nikki, swarmed

The Brickyard is a huge bar in North Hollywood, half bar and benches and half pool tables. I walked in to find my friends Anna and Nikki swarmed by a number of highly interested parties, who didn’t even need cake to get drawn in– just Anna’s Zooey Deschanel bangs. One of these guys, an insurance rep visiting from Dallas, offered to buy me a drink (which should be noted never EVER happens, in all my hundreds of cake offerings), but I gratefully declined, and ended up circling the bar to seek out more friendly looking cake takers. I ran into a couple of editors from my office playing pool, who probably didn’t recognize me wearing less than a sweater and ill-fitting corduroy pants, but were nonetheless very happy to eat some cake.

What occasionally happens is that I get so distracted catching up with my sweet friends that I forget my mission until I’m about to fall asleep. I looked up from visiting with Anna around 1 in the morning and realized I had better give out the rest of the cake. Anna and I decided on two guys standing off to the side of their friend group. When I asked if they wanted any cake, the one in glasses said, “Always.” Boy in glasses turned out to be great, a Texan performer who asked lots of nice questions, even though he didn’t ask for my number. I handed him and his friend a business card on my way out, deciding it was better to finish the night off with some intrigue– “Wait, are we on camera right now?” they asked– than trying to force something that wasn’t supposed to happen.

This recipe comes from defamed southern superstar Paula Deen; the numbers just refer to the ratio of ingredients: 1 cup milk, 2 cups sugar, 3 cups flour, and 4 eggs, (and Miss Deen absolutely adds butter). I used homemade coconut frosting leftover from a birthday cake. I must say– having tested out this recipe earlier in the week, (shocker!), using whole wheat flour and brown sugar is actually better on this one, making the cake taste more like pancakes. You could substitute it for breakfast, no problem.

editor friends partaking

boys’ eyes: literally glowing when they hear “cake”

 

ROUND 33 – MINT CHOCOLATE CHOCOLATE CAKE

cake excitement

Okay. So I BOUGHT a cake under the duress of time constraints for last week’s cakebarring. And even though yes, I feel like a total poser, I would feel more embarrassed about it if the cake hadn’t been so gosh darn good, giving me not 1 but 2 nights of cake eating success.

This is what happened.

andra last day / liz has something to say

It was my dear friend Andra’s last day of work on Friday, so we celebrated her tenure by taking her to the Surly Goat, making it my third time there with a cake this year. Despite the fact that I usually have zero success taking cakes to places I’ve already been before, (a self-imposed cakebarring curse, if you will), between our friends and neighboring strangers, I managed to get rid of half of it. A guy who doesn’t even like cake and didn’t want any asked for my number. (What? That’s never happened before.) We’ll go get dessert at Ramekin some time, he said. He’s more of a pie person. It doesn’t even matter that he hasn’t called. I just still can’t believe he didn’t eat any of the cake and still wanted to hang out.

People who don’t like cake liked this cake. It was like a fake ice cream cake, with whipped mint chocolate chip frosting on top and in between the layers. The actual cake could have been a little more moist, but the Andes mints on top more than made up for it. And why yes– it was from the grocery store bakery section.

“you girls are all beautiful, but that CAKE!”

Come Saturday night, we still had the other half of the cake, so Chrissy, Katy, and I took our visiting friend Neily to The Phoenix, a newly reopened bar on La Cienega we’d never been to. Neily, who is recently married and absolutely unavailable, was determined to try out cakebarring. Maybe it was the magic of bringing her along, or her agreeing to pretend it was her birthday, but never in all our cakebarring days have we been offered so many drinks.

The Phoenix has ascended to #1 on my favorite LA bars list. Valet is only $5, and they were still having happy hour when we arrived– our 3 drinks combined were only $9. (Highway robbery!) They have games and books for actual use, and pretty inside and outside seating areas. Both the seating hostess and waitress made a big effort to help us find a place to sit with our cake when we walked in, which I super appreciated. They must be southerners.

aerospace steve & co

But of course, the best part of our Phoenix night were the guys we met. There was the friendly entertainment writer who sought out our birthday cake and bought us a round of drinks. There were the recent college grads next to us, the friendliest of whom told Chrissy she was “still pretty bangin'” when she told him how old she was. And then there were the 3 friends who work in aerospace that we talked to for several hours, becoming our bff comrades to the point of my revealing the whole cakebarring scheme to them. I have to tell you guys… I actually do this every week. Luckily, they thought this was all very funny, and were happy to be in on the scheming. They asked lots of questions, gave lots of good advice, and we parted ways with dinner party plans and recipe exchanges. To Steve & Co.– I’m sorry I lied to you about making the cake myself. I hope we can still be friends.

#cakebarring champs

The night was only topped by my running into my sweet friends who are recently engaged, and then accidentally cutting the host of Catfish in the valet line. “I’m so sorry, that was so rude,” I said when I realized what I had done, reaching out to apologetically touch the arm that belonged to Nev Schulman. And then I realized it belonged to Nev Schulman. “It’s really not that rude,” his friend assured me, and I ran from the scene.

I really have to stop touching strangers.

ROUND 32 – SPECIAL HOMETOWN EDITION – TENNESSEE JAM CAKE IN NA$HVILLE

#nashville #cashville #nashvegas #batmanbuilding

It is a hard hard thing to say good-bye to my parents at the Nashville airport. I’m starting to have fantasies about living in their finished basement and using their brand new oven, (which my mom is sure to point out was on super sale). My car insurance would be less than three million dollars a year, and I wouldn’t have to worry about street cleaning. It might even be possible for me to have a boyfriend.

I’ll refrain from turning this into a spoiled young person’s rant about getting to pursue your dreams and finding it exhausting so you want to move home; I’ll just say that in a world where you don’t get to choose your family, I’m so glad I got mine.

bar no. 308

I popped into Nashville this last weekend for one of my oldest friend’s beautiful wedding, an excellent excuse to try out cakebarring in my hometown and very favorite city. The problem is that I haven’t lived in Nashville for so long that I actually don’t know any bars there, (and don’t know how to get to any bars there). Thankfully, some of my Cashville friends were down to join me and provided lots of suggestions, leading us to No. 308 in East Nashville. It was kind of like being in LA if everyone in LA was super super friendly.

Bar 308, (which I believe the locals just call “three o eight”), felt vaguely LA-ish with its pretty lights strung up and picnic tables outside, (which I’m realizing won’t be a valid seating option for too much longer– Nashville gets cold!) The cocktails are named after writers, and the DJ was playing 90’s only music. While hearing Aqua was nostalgically exhilarating, it was so loud that my friends and I had no choice but to move outside for cake proffering, and feeling brave, I asked the semi-full picnic table group if we could join them. Everyone in Nashville is SO nice! Absolutely we could!

happy 30th birthday to the guy on the left

For the rest of the evening, we doled out cake to friendly locals and visitors alike while I caught up with my sweet friends. There were our picnic table friends who had mostly moved to Nashville to do good with their lives (physical therapy, computer programming, school). There was the guy celebrating his 30th birthday with friends visiting from all over the country. “Are you single AND Jewish?” they asked. And then there was the guy who kept hugging me around the waist while hunched over the table, devouring the cake. By 1AM, I was ready to call it a night. I walked inside the bar to say good-bye to my friend Mary Claire, and noticed four (straight) guys dancing together with total, reckless abandon. In that moment, I fell in love with all of them.

“Sorry to interrupt y’all,” I said, waiting for a break between songs. “Would you guys like some of our cake?”

“YESSS!!” They cheered, and followed me back to our table. Here is what followed:

“Why are you giving us this cake?” “‘Cause she’s the nicest person ever.” “This tastes like a gingerbread man crawled into my mouth.” “It’s a long story, but I can’t eat any regular food.” “This looks scrumptiolescent.” “It’s okay if this is roofied. Roofies are fun as long as you know about them.” “Jam cake frosting, that’s my holy trinity.” “This cake is homemade? You don’t buy dreams, you make them.” “Are you on cake boss?” “Cheers to the best cake I’ve ever [voice cracking] had.”

nashville natives

These are the people I bake for, because they are exactly the kind of boys I’m hoping to find: friendly, silly, appreciative sugar consumers who would dance with their guy friends at bars. I wrote my name down for them on a receipt with lipstick. I would happily marry any of them. They were all from Nashville.

I have to give a special thanks to all my friends who came cakebarring with me– Rita, Dean, Christine, Anna, Ziona, Hunter Claire, Adam, Mary Claire, and Mallory– and to Hunter Claire for writing down everything the boys said knowing I would need it. Amazing !

This Tennessee Jam Cake from The Cake Mix Doctor was turned vegan by substituting applesauce for eggs and Earth Balance spread for regular butter. (This meant the cake crumbled in my hands when trying to assemble it, so I transferred everything into a lasagna pan and poured frosting over the top to mask the mess.) It was still delicious, and no one even noticed it was vegan. My kind and generous parents washed all my cake dishes for me after I made a gigantic mess in the kitchen that day AND the next baking cakes for Iliza’s wedding… such luxury!

cakebarring champs ziona, adam, hunter claire & anna

christine, dean, and rita looking like an indie band

my mary claire and mallory with another mary claire and brother

ROUND 31: SAM’S CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER CARAMEL BIRTHDAY CAKE

chocolatized peanut butter cake with caramel frosting

I was playing the part of the scattered but compelling single friend last Saturday night when I brought a cake to my friend Sam’s birthday at Hemingway’s in Hollywood. Chrissy and I had been celebrating our dear friend John’s birthday at the Edendale beforehand with a flourless chocolate cake, and we had decided I should run Chrissy home before heading to the second party with cake number two. By the time I arrived, three hours late, having given up on parking and relinquished the car to handsome Jordanian valets charging a small fortune, I was feeling a little underdressed in my jean jacket and flats, worried that guests had started to mutiny because the promised cake hadn’t turned up yet. I held up my cake carrier to the guy with the guest list in a kind of desperate gesture, and he led me past the line of college girls wearing child-sized black dresses back into the lounge, pounding music in full force.

sam smiling into her cake !
*please note the reese’s pieces border

Hemingway’s is kind of like the Beauty and the Beast library fully realized for sophisticated young adults. The lounge has endless shelves of old books leading up to high ceilings, booths big enough to dance on, and a wide bar in the back. It’s beautiful, and everyone who works there was suspiciously nice. I can’t tell if they’re going for the feel of a hipster bar masquerading as a Hollywood club, or the other way around. There was certainly a lot of flannel, and some well-meaning attempts at dancing from the guys standing nearby, who I really felt for; club music seems hard to dance to, especially when trying to entice girls. My friends, however, were having a big time dancing in the booth, drinking and celebrating Sam, who at some point had accumulated light-up Minnie Mouse ears.

Sam told me she had a dream I made her a caramel chocolate peanut butter cake, so that’s what I made for her, chocolatizing the peanut butter cake recipe I have from The Cake Mix Doctor and adding caramel frosting. (The amazing Cake Mix Doctor must not drench her cakes in frosting like I do– I had to triple her frosting recipe plus a little more to make enough for a four layer cake.) Chrissy was in charge of decorating.

Sam had tons of sweet friends there to eat the cake, but I had realized as soon as I arrived that it would be difficult to offer cake to people outside our party. Even regular cakebarring has its challenges, but Hemingway’s was extra dark and extra loud, and every male person close to us was eyeing a girl to corner with their dance moves. Luckily, I kind of forgot about this, as I spent most of the party talking to Sam’s friend, who asked for my number even after I revealed my entire cakebarring ploys to him, under the incorrect impression that it was something he already knew about.

Oops.

I’ve never made date plans with someone fully aware of what I’m doing, so this will be very interesting.

Special thanks to my sister for helping me make both birthday cakes last weekend, and Chrissy, as always, for decorating! x

birthday celebr8ters – val, liz, and ashlei

birthday party part 1 for john !
*remains of flourless chocolate cake visible on table

LIGHTNING ROUNDS 29 & 30: PEACH CAKE VS. CHOCOLATE SOUR CREAM CAKE

chocolate sour cream wow

In spite of all the exciting cakebarring aftermath of my fun Rachael Ray segment last week, it felt like we seriously struck out these last two rounds.

Are people growing tired of cake???!

andra and me (together = aundra)

On Thursday night my work friends and I went to The Red Door in Toluca Lake, where a friendly RN named Glen picked up my cake and started offering it to people for me– even though everyone declined.  On Saturday my friend Elizabeth went with me to Hinano Cafe in Venice, where a drunk man in a fedora licked her ankle after fake dropping some cake crumbs. It’s possible that I was off with my bar choices, or that I should have flipped the order– Venice on Thursday, Toluca Lake on Saturday– but what’s done is done. I usually console myself with leftover cake after this kind of failure.

kindly radio producers

The Red Door could actually be a great place to meet someone if you got there at the right moment, (and can manage to find it– the entrance is in an alley behind a strip mall). There are big seating areas and old movies playing above the bar with some interesting menu items to choose from. We picked a night with a particularly eclectic crowd– there was the man in a turtleneck a la Phil Hartman from some classic Saturday Night Live skit, several older couples who were clearly married, and the group celebrating someone’s last day of work. No one seemed interested in the peach cake with the ginger glaze that I had worked so hard on. (“We’ve already had too many cupcakes today, but thanks.”) I did meet a pair of super friendly radio producers who took me up on my offer, and were nice enough to ask questions about the cakebarring process before getting roped into photographing us with Friendly Glen and his friend. And we were very fond of Doc, the presumed owner, who made sure we had a place to sit and display our cake as soon as we walked in. He absolutely got a piece– my last summer-ish cake.

post ankle incident

And then there was Hinano Cafe, the burger bar combination doozy, where wood chips not unlike the ones we used to line my sister’s rabbit’s cage with littered the floor around us. There were small groups of people playing pool nearby who seemed around our age, even though we really couldn’t tell where any of these people were from. The neighborhood? Australia? Some college where guys wear necklaces? Regardless, they didn’t want any cake. The guy sitting alone at the bar who kept checking his phone? Nope. Not interested. The three guys doing some good natured grinding against the girls who just shimmied in? Nope. They weren’t feeling it, either. Just the guy in the fedora, who should probably be exiled from southern California.

I’ve just come home from an industry networking party at Sadie restaurant in Hollywood, where the short film I wrote was playing in the background (!)* It was absolutely strange to arrive at a bar with no cake and no friends since I’ve been spoiled all year with dessert props and good company when going out. I ordered a drink while I waited to recognize someone, and decided I needed to strike up a conversation with the guy sitting next to me because some day soon I won’t have a cake at my disposal to use as an ice breaker. I was starting to worry I’m using the cake as a crutch– I’m depending on it too much, and too nervous to approach guys I want to talk to in every day, cake-less life, (like the one with glasses at Poquito Mas today, who I totally wish I had thought of something to say to!!)

But all I had to ask this guy was one question, and then talking was easy. (Yes, shocker– he was also there for the networking event.) Saying the first thing is the hardest part. If this experiment has taught me anything, I now know this for sure: (1) There are a million trillion guys out there. They’re not hiding at some Moose Lodge I don’t have access to– they’re everywhere, even if I haven’t found the right one yet. (2) I can talk to anyone. And using cake to chat up strangers all year has just helped.

peach cake pans

peach cake pans

Rachael Ray told me I’ve been doing this long enough to bake an entire baby. Here’s to three more months and 18 more cakes, guys. Thanks for staying with me!

The amazing peach cake recipe is from The Rosie’s Bakery cookbook my sister gave me for my birthday. I substituted peaches for apples in Judy Rosenberg’s apple cake recipe, and it turned out fabulous. I used a cinnamon ginger glaze from the same cookbook.

The amazing chocolate sour cream cake I made is from Taste of Home, and the recipe is below. I used cocoa powder instead of melting baking cocoa, (using 3/4 of what the recipe called for), and it was still delicious. I made my own frosting using whipping cream, sour cream, and vanilla, and it was unbelievable. My friend Tobie gave me the tip to coat the pans with granulated sugar after buttering and flouring them to create a crispy edge. DROOL.

Chocolate Sour Cream Cake Ingredients

  • 1 cup baking cocoa
  • 1 cup boiling water
  • 1 cup butter, softened
  • 2-1/2 cups sugar
  • 4 eggs
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 3 cups cake flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup (8 ounces) Daisy Brand® Sour Cream

Directions

  1. Dissolve cocoa in boiling water; cool. In a large bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each. Beat in vanilla. Combine the flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt; gradually add to creamed mixture alternately with sour cream, beating well after each addition. Add cocoa mixture and mix well.
  2. Pour into three greased and floured 9-in. round baking pans. Bake at 350° for 30-35 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before removing from pans to wire racks to cool completely.
  3. Store in the refrigerator. Yield: 16 servings.

 

doing my job for me…

*You can check out the Moving Millie facebook page here or our Indiegogo page here.

ROUND 28 – TENNESSEE WHISKEY CAKE

YOU GUYS. You can actually witness some Audrey cakebarring on TELEVISION. If you want to skip to the end to find out when and disregard the entry in between, I won’t hold it against you.

I won’t say where we went last week, or why I don’t happen to have any pictures of the cake, (which turned out really lovely and won me some real enthusiasm). All I’ll say for now is that last weekend’s players included my dad, my sister, my dad’s best friend from high school, my sister’s boyfriend, my sister’s boyfriend’s friend, and my dearest Katy friend, who’s been in this with me since round one. We were quite a team at the bar, with my dad’s best friend really working the crowd by the end of the night, asking the people around us about their deepest emotional needs. My dad had woken up at 3:15AM that morning to run the Disneyland half marathon, and was alert enough by the end of our cake gallivanting to take everyone to Canter’s for a second dinner. Combined with my mom’s tendency to start elaborate craft projects in the middle of the night, I’m starting to see where I get my late night baking stamina.

My sister and I had made a Tennessee Whiskey cake in honor of our great green homeland, and we ended up doubling the recipe to make a taller round cake. It was fall out of your seat good. Our cake eaters included a real estate agent, a cardiologist, a tennis player, and a Scottish-American hybrid family whose patriarch told me he would leave his wife and adult son for me and the cake (while they were sitting right there). There were cute guys in cute glasses eyeing the cake but declining my offers. There was the married guy I accidentally offered a piece to, who was still a good sport about complimenting the cake, and his tall single friend who gave me one word answers. Don’t you realize I’m providing an ice breaker here? Throw me a bone, dude. 

My sister ordered Katy and me Dirty Shirleys, and we almost finished them. How far we’ve come this year.

This week’s whiskey cake recipe is from the rockstar Rachael Ray. I will be on her show on Thursday, September 19th.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ROUND 27 – AUDREY TURNS 27!

golden birthday cake!

I really should have tried harder to buy a lottery ticket on my birthday. I turned 27 on the 27th at 7:27AM. Despite my otherwise level-headedness, I’ve always had unreasonably high expectations for this year.

As in, it will be like, the best year ever.

straight boys like tasks

my friend mike helps me serve
# straight boys like tasks

Since I’ve always felt older than everyone else, (I believe another word for this is prude), I’ve grown up hoping that I would finally feel age appropriate by 27. It might be more realistic to have this feeling at say, 47, but for now, I’m just thrilled to have a golden year ahead of me, surrounded by so many sweet sweet friends and cakebarring sparks.

This weekend I invited friends to come by The Pikey in Hollywood to have a piece of birthday cake– my 27th one this year. It felt very odd to walk into a bar armed with my actual birthday cake after fibbing about it for most of this year. I broke my own rules by going to a place I’ve been to before with a cake– a usual no-no in the imaginary cakebarring handbook– but we loved The Pikey so much when we were there with our reporter friend a few weeks ago that we decided to go back.

I made two very involved lemon drop cakes from the amazing Baked cookbook, planning to use 1 for my friends and 1 for cakebarring purposes. I’ll come clean and admit I bought the lemon curd for in between the layers to save a little time. The cakes turned out UHMAZING, blinged up by my on-site cake decorator Chrissy. People who don’t even like lemon cake went crazy over it.

ab and connor

annabeth and connor,
talented writers and cake eaters

By the end of the night, we only had 1 piece left for actual cakebarring purposes. (It’s a nice problem to have that you have so many friends pop by your birthday party that all of your cake disappears.) I actually struck out with a few people I offered cake to– “I’m watching my figure” — “I just ate” — “I have a nut allergy.” Yes, it finally happened, y’all– I encountered someone with a nut allergy. My friend Liz suggested giving this special final piece to Ben Savage from Boy Meets World, who was eating dinner a few booths away, but I was determined not to interrupt his 2AM meal, surrounded by pretty girls.

I finally found a table who was interested right as the bar was closing. One of the guys started smearing frosting from the cake in his friend’s ear as we were taking a picture, and I turned around with newly acquired scary impatience and breathed fire. “That cake took me three hours to make so you better not waste it, sir.” At which point, the perpetrator sat up, apologized, and downed the rest of the cake.

I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends. Maybe that’s why a boyfriend would just be some (I have to) icing on the cake.

I went there.

golden bday cake

lemon drop cake #1

golden bday cake 2

lemon drop cake #2

cakebarring teammates finally get some real birthday cake!

jen bee and me

miss jen and me

cakebarring queen

ROUND 26 – WEDDING CAKEBARRING!

# must love weddings

My sister and I were driving somewhere last Christmas, talking about our family friend getting married.

“Who do you think your bridesmaids would be?” she asked me.

“You know, I have so many wonderful friends, but I think I would just want you up there with me,” I told her.

“Well,” she said, “I am really pretty.” And then she scream laughed, Audrey Shulman style. Maybe only half kidding.

Of the two of us, I think she should be the writer.

When I heard that there would be a dessert bar at Chrissy’s brother’s wedding, I couldn’t help but see it as an opportunity for cakebarring, (and shameless self-promotion). Don’t people like, meet at weddings all the time?

chrissy and jenny, hostess with the mostest

Chrissy and I flew to Wisconsin last weekend for the marriage of Bill and Amber, (or Bamber, if you will), and Chrissy’s sweet parents picked us up in a giant vehicle they had rented to shuttle us all around in. This made our entire wedding weekend feel like a combination field trip/ family road trip, with Chrissy’s high school friend Jenny and me as stand-in children buckled into the way way back seat.

Baking a cakebarring cake for the wedding posed a slight challenge, as we were staying at a hotel with a stove, but no oven. While we considered making no bake desserts to bring with us to the reception, I sold out and went for tastefully decorated store bought cakes while Chrissy made a Twinkies and Ho Hos platter, (which was, of course, instantly consumed by jubilant wedding goers).

I hadn’t been to a wedding as an adult before, as most of my experiences are from family weddings growing up, where I was a nervous flower girl or bespectacled, androgynous looking 12-year-old. I should have known what would happen during the ceremony– the very same thing that happens whenever my bosses show me recent pictures of their children– I had a very hard time not crying, and had to do that weird thing with my mouth where you’re stifling tears and smiling at the same time.

Weddings are the best!

chrissy and mr. o, pre-wedding march

Crying or no crying, we all had an amazing time, dancing to the polka band and joining the Polish Wedding March, which consists of downing brandy and screaming “Jeszcze nasza!” This war cry translates to “She’s still ours!” I asked Chrissy’s sweet cousin Chuck, the older gentleman responsible for ringleading, who “she” was. Is “she” the bride? Is “she” Poland? “I don’t know,” he said, before jumping right back into his passionate, belligerent shouting.

While most of my cakes were gone by the time I made it back to the dessert table, I was able to offer pieces to several young men. There was the handsome military man from Virginia, conveniently seated behind me at dinner, who had excellent social skills until he made it to the bar. While it didn’t take much to coax him into eating some cake for a picture, he had some really interesting things to say about my blog. “So like, no one’s actually reading your blog, then… it’s just like, salt in the salt shaker.” What? I asked if I could film him saying this, but then he got handsy, so our friend Jenny and I had to jump ship.

handsome military man

I also offered pieces to some relatives of the bride, who seemed totally up for being documented, and then promptly lost interest. (One of them did help me clean up spilled cake after his effort to feed me some of it did not work. Maybe they disengaged because they were ashamed.)

All I know is I love Wisconsin, and I super love weddings. My friend’s mother-in-law once told me that I didn’t usually get married in my past lives. If it’s not in the cards for me this time around, that’s okay; I’ll just be happy to celebrate at other people’s weddings as long as I get to dance and participate. Now that I think about it, no wonder I like force feeding people cake so much. It’s a little weddingish: an implied celebration with good company and romantic intent.

In lieu of a recipe this week, I’ll close with the hip hip hurray news that Chrissy finished her joint chemo and radiation treatment last week, and danced the entire wedding reception. She’s such a baller.

friendly midwesterners

me with stellar cancer patient and bridesmaid extraordinaire, chrissy!

audrey bride

wait, how did this get in here?!

ROUNDS 24 & 25 – DOUBLE HITTER WEEKEND

KPCC Comes Cakebarring With Us!

One of the men I work with wished me and my friends good luck cakepopping this weekend.

I don’t know what that is, but maybe we could work it into our approach.

biz cards and date cake

biz cards and date cake

Because I’m crazy and trying to catch up to the 50 cake mark, I went cakebarring on Friday AND Saturday night this past weekend, armed with a Date Cake, a Sock It To Me Cake, and a radio producer from KPCC. I am still wrapping my head around how much footage Lauren the radio producer will have to go through from our big night out, and what a good sport she was to follow me around for 5 hours while I apologized for my cake sloppiness. “This is really poor presentation… good thing this is for the radio and no one will see a visual!”

Except for you guys.

Friday night was Date Cake at Oldfield’s in Culver City, a perfect bar for cakebarring because of its comfortably packed crowd size and endless tables. I did not make a Date Cake to be cutesy– I made a Date Cake because I love dates. (And this one called for a buttery sugary caramel glaze. Sold!) My friends Emma and Liz joined me as first timers, each inviting a guy friend to come along, and second timer Ashlei joined as well. The bartender was nice enough to loan me a knife the size of a sword to cut the cake with, and I started by offering a group of guy friends some cake at the end of our table. I was walking back and forth to serve pieces, and one of them appeared behind me. “You’re the one who made this cake? I just had to come back and give you a hug.” He seemed happy to leave his friends to talk to us, and we witnessed an amazing coincidence when Liz’s friend John arrived and they both leaped out of their chairs to hug. They had gone to high school together and not seen each other for 10 years, (although they were planning to see each other the very next day at their reunion).

emma and the boys (rocket scientist far left)

A girl I presumed to be Nice Guy’s girlfriend appeared soon after, so we carried on looking for other hungry gentlemen. Emma’s friend Brett challenged me to see who could invite the most people back for cake, and I ran off feeling like maybe I should operate under this time constraint every week– speed cakebarring. I struck out with 4 people (4 people, you guys!!) before finding Emma chummying it up with three guys at the bar who were VERY interested in cake. (Meanwhile, Brett had invited girls back for cake…) Emma wins the contest, as the guys she brought back were friendly and sweet, and highly complimentary about the cake. (One of them was a rocket scientist, which deserves like, twenty thousand bonus points. He threw his genius head back and laughed when I told him why we were at the bar.) We had a grand time with these boys, with Emma losing a game of US Capitals to the drunkest one of the bunch.

And then came Second Round Saturday. I made a Sock It To Me cake in honor of Lauren the KPCC producer joining us, and used my friend Carrie’s grandmother’s recipe for the occasion. It’s a yellow cake base with sour cream and pecans, and it’s delicious, (and absolutely meant for a bundt pan). Since I remembered 5 minutes before starting that I don’t own a bundt pan, I did some improvising, sprinkling the cinnamon sugar mixture on top of the two round cake layers so we’d still get a little of the flavor in there. Poor planning with the best of intentions is really my cakebarring story arc, (and probably applies to all other areas of my life).

birthday charlie

birthday charlie and co.

After Lauren the producer asked lots of thoughtful questions (and patiently waited for me to decide which bar I wanted to go to), I scarily pasted the cake layers together with whipped cream and she and Chrissy and I were off to the Pikey in Hollywood. It was amazing to walk into a bar with a reporter– it’s ANOTHER conversation piece that isn’t a cake! I also just loved this particular bar– everyone at the Pikey was eerily attractive, and the staff was shirt-off-your-back nice. We ended up finding an actor and his friends celebrating his birthday (and no one had thought to make him a cake!) Birthday Charlie had a cute friend, a designer and stand-up who seemed very interested in cakebarring. I asked for his number so we could follow up about his comedy shows, and it was only after he left that our reporter friend broke it to me that he is actually engaged. (Yes, it’s true, guys. The only person whose number I got at the bar is absolutely unavailable.) “He thought you were cute, and would have been interested if he wasn’t getting married.” We ran into some chatty English music producers who seemed fascinated by the project, and were eager to share their thoughts on the LA dating scene. “The number one emotion in this town is desperation,” they told us– a surefire recipe for disaster in relationships. (It should be noted that one of them is happily married to a woman from Tennessee.) Then we talked to some of the sloshed guys around us who were thrilled to eat cake but maybe more thrilled to have a microphone in front of them– a nice opportunity to weigh in about how they felt about public transportation in LA, and other hardships we face as young people in the city.

self-proclaimed douchy bar experts

There was a guy who was literally a cartoon character bouncing up and down, chomping at the bit to eat cake. There was a great guy in glasses who couldn’t tell us who he worked for, (and who I couldn’t tell whether he was interested in me or not). And then there were the three LA natives, eager to suggest more bars for me to try out. “Look up the douchiest bars in LA,” Mason told me. “That’s where we go. That’s where you’ll find us.” They were kind of amazing. As was the bar manager, his wine distributor Jolly, the front door man, the waiter, the female valet… it was kind of like a dream. So many people eager to eat cake and talk to us about eating the cake.

I hope the radio cut comes across this way. Whether it was the cake or the microphone, we met a lot of people that night who were excited about the project, and it made me excited about the project, too.

Before we drove away, a group of people in front of the bar clamored for us to roll down the window, all hoping to say one last thing into Lauren’s microphone. I don’t remember what they said… I think something about good luck…

It should be noted that Lauren, our awesome radio friend, met her current boyfriend because he just had to meet the girl responsible for the delicious pumpkin gingerbread he ate…

Date Cake

giant knife

liz, ashlei, and the butcher knife

Ingredients
1 pound dates, pitted and chopped
2 teaspoons baking soda
8 ounces butter, softened
3/4 cup granulated sugar
4 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
3 1/4 tablespoons baking powder

Ingredients
For the Sauce (for 1 cake):
1/2 pound butter
1 cup brown sugar (8 ounces)
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Vanilla ice cream or whipped cream, for serving

emma vs. brett

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Butter and flour two 9-inch-round cake pans or 20 muffin tins. Place the dates in large saucepan with 3 1/2 cups cold water. Bring to boil, stirring a little to break up the dates. Then leave to simmer for 1 minute before removing from the heat. Stir in the baking soda (which will cause the mixture to bubble up). Cream the butter and sugar together in a food mixer until pale and creamy. Add the eggs, one at a time, occasionally scraping down mixing bowl. Add the vanilla extract and then the flour and salt and mix briefly to give a lumpy dough. Next, add the warm date mixture in two batches. Scrape down the sides of bowl in between mixing. The dough will now be quite watery but don’t worry! Finally add the baking powder (this will bubble up also). Pour the batter evenly into the two pans or muffin tins. Bake for about 30 to 40 minutes for cake pans and about 20 minutes for muffin tins. Test if they are cooked with a small knife or toothpick, it should come out clean when cakes are done.

Meanwhile, to make the sauce, combine the butter, brown sugar, heavy cream and vanilla extract in a medium saucepan. Bring to boil and then reduce to simmer gently for a minute or two until thickened and well blended.

When the cakes are done, poke little holes all over with toothpick, this will enable the sauce to be absorbed more easily. Pour the caramel sauce over cakes while both are still warm and leave to soak for about 10 minutes. Turn the cakes out upside-down onto serving plates (the bottom is the most sticky bit!). Serve with vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.

sock it to me cake

sock it to me cake!

Sock It To Me Cake (Miss Edna’s Recipe)

1 box Duncan Hines yellow cake mix
1/2 cup sugar
3/4 cup oil
4 eggs
1 cup sour creme
1 cup chopped pecans
Mix above ingredients and pour half of the batter in a greased bundt pan. In a separate bowl, mix 1 tsp cinnamon, 1 1/2 tsp brown sugar, then sprinkle over the half batter already poured in the pan. (This is for the cinnamon swirl in the center.) Pour remaining batter into the pan. Cook for 1 hour at 350 degrees. It should be light and moist like a coffee cake. Serve with coffee, fresh fruit, or by itself!
last customer

ROUND 23 – NANA’S FAMOUS COCONUT CAKE SPECIAL OKLAHOMA EDITION

coconut cake beginnings

coconut cake, undressed

my sweet grandmother and me

I most definitely have my sweet grandmother’s genes. Her kitchen functions as a dessert factory year round, and it’s not unheard of for her to start making a cake at 11:30 at night. In addition to all her phenomenal Cajun cooking, (a talent I can only hope to acquire), she makes world class oatmeal date cookies, Christmas pralines, and of course, a knock-your-socks-off coconut cake with chocolate frosting. She taught me how she makes it for this week’s cakebarring, a scheme that she and my gun-wielding, armadillo shooting grandfather are fully onto. (Please note they refer to all us grandkids as “sugar.”) I can’t speak for Nana and Papa, but I was kind of hoping I would catch a nice Oklahoman and stay put.

my dream team cousins!
laura, lindsey, emily, jobie, and amy

My Oklahoma cousins, all around my age, were super game to help me out, acting as both PR reps and cake handlers. They took me to Speakeasy bar in Oklahoma City, a big converted house with pretty porches and a backgammon table upstairs. It was way strange to be somewhere that felt like a real American bar, with guys in collared shirts and girls in rhinestone jeans, making me realize all the LA bars I’ve been going to must be inherently themed– and hipster is the unspoken code of ethics. We offered the security guards cake on our way out, who declined our offers for what I’m guessing were professional reasons; it should be noted they were wearing earpieces. My cousin Joe decided we should try the bar around the corner, The High Low, where we arrived right in time for a drag show. The guy at the front desk was happy to take some of our cake before we squeezed into a table that was basically on stage. When a friendly guy at the next table heard we were celebrating my birthday, he handed me a wad of one dollar bills for the show. SPOILER ALERT: I’ve never been to a drag show, (and it was not actually my birthday). I nervously (and mistakenly) handed one of the drag queens all the dollar bills at once–  the same drag queen who leaned down during his routine and told my cousin’s girlfriend, “I went to OU with you.”

this is me standing at my full height (5’6)

The show was FANTASTIC.

And then we were on to the Dusty Fry next door, a little roomier and lots smokier. (Y’all know you can still smoke at bars in Oklahoma?! ) Not only did we run into my cousin’s friend who was just on The Real World, a group of friendly guys came right up to us to introduce themselves. “Hi, I’m Adam, what’s your name?” It was almost like they had been hired by my dad to stand there and wait for us. (Wait, Dad. Did you hire them?)  I offered them some cake and they flipped out. The Christian musician in the group actually got down on one knee and proposed to me. “I’m from a traditional family where cooking is very important, and my mom has taught me that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I know we don’t know each other very well, but this is the best cake I’ve had in two decades…” Really sweet, but a long distance engagement sure would be a doozy after zero dates and two pieces of cake. My almost fiance’s friend Tyler even helped me hand out cake to other people– my first cakebar victim turned server. If this is a game, Tyler passes go and collects $200. My cousin Amy, who really needs to move to LA and become an agent, worked the tables around us while my cousin Lindsey chatted up the guys at the bar. “Do you want some cake? Yeah, I think you do. Here. Eat this. Google ‘cakebarring.'”

#shesaidyes !
(please see laura laughing in the background)

My cousin Laura had asked me how I went up to guys in bars without having anything to drink. “I don’t need a drink, I have a cake.” That being said, I gladly consumed the pineapple Malibu Barbie drink she bought for me– thanks, cousin!

A big thank you to her, Amy, Lindsey, Joe, and his girlfriend Emily for our big night out together, which resulted in not much sleep and fueled my terrible cold. Our grandfather was thrilled to hear I got a proposal, and my grandmother was more thrilled that we gave away every single piece of her spectacular cake to glowing reviews.

Nana’s Coconut Cake with Chocolate Frosting (which is my great-grandmother’s recipe):

Cake:

1 Box Duncan Hines Butter Golden Cake Mix (that requires water, eggs, and butter)

Coconut Layer:

1 Can (17 oz.)  Ancel Grated Coconut In Syrup, heated up just a little *or substitute your own brand, as this is special Louisiana stuff!

my patient frosting overseer

Frosting:

1 Stick of Butter

4 Tablespoons of Cocoa Powder

6 Tablespoons Milk

1 Teaspoon vanilla

1 Box (16 oz) of Confectioner’s Sugar (or 4 cups)

nana the ancel coconut model and laura

 

Follow the cake box instructions to make your batter. Distribute the batter between 3 round pans, which you should grease and flour beforehand to make sure the cake comes out clean.  Once you’ve baked the cake and allowed it to cool, spread the warmed up coconut filling between each layer of the cake, leaving the top clean for frosting. (My grandmother pokes holes in each cake layer with a toothpick so the coconut filling soaks through. She also uses a sifter for both the cake mix and confectioner’s sugar so everything comes out smooth.)

To make the frosting: melt one stick of butter in a sauce pan. Whisk in the cocoa powder, milk, and vanilla on low heat until the mixture is just about to boil. Remove from heat, and add the confectioner’s sugar. Whisk until the frosting appears thick enough to have a “skin” before spreading over cake.

Go trap a boy.

dustry fry triptych

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