Chance’s birthday was on January 15. He turned the big 2-7. A nice woman from church baked him a very professional-looking cake. It was awesome, but I knew Chance and I would never eat the whole thing. So, I got the bright idea to send the cake to Chance’s office. I had to put the cake into my cake carrier for easier transportation. No big deal.
Today is March 1, 2011. My cake carrier has been M.I.A. for a month and a half now.
I didn’t really miss it until today...
Tomorrow, the ministers are in charge of cooking the Wednesday night meal. (Scary, considering none of them seem like the type who could even make EasyMac...) The wives were asked to provide the desserts.
No big deal.
I knew I wanted to make a cake, but how on earth would I transport it to the church without my cake carrier?!
I wonder how cakes were transported before cake carriers were invented. You know, like back in Bible times. Maybe they had an apparatus they attached to their best-behaved donkey.
So anyway, Chance accompanied me on a tour of our lovely church building. Against his will. We eventually did find the cake carrier. Praise the sweet Lord.
The moral of the story?
I need to bake cakes more often.