Posts Tagged ‘bake’

Birthday Blues

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008

A few years ago, I had a mad crush on this guy. It was nearing his birthday and i thought what better way to make him notice me (err, my infatuation with him) than to make him a birthday cake. My mom bakes cakes to make a little extra dough…wedding cakes, bday cakes, shower cakes…you get the point. I asked my mom if she would help me make a delicious cake for my guy friend. Mom, of course, said yes. 

Thankfully his bday fell a day or so after I was going to return to LSU from “spring break,” so I went home, mom and I baked, and I brought the cake back up to Baton Rouge. It was chocolate with white icing. So gooood.

I call my guy friend and ask him to come over, surprise him with his favorite kind of cake and he took it-without even offering me a piece! He just left with the whole freaking cake. Not that I was expecting anything like the scene out of Sixteen Candles or anything but geez…I had my heart set on a slice of my mom’s delicious chocolate cake recipé.

I wonder if he even remembers that I made him that cake. Probably not. Jerk.

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Cookie Monster

Friday, September 12th, 2008

Valentine’s Day my freshman year of college. I was dating a guy friend from back at home. He attended LSU as well. The patio between East and West Laville…memories. Anyways, Harold and I had just started “dating” when the day of love rolled around so I didn’t expect him to do anything big. Therefore I didn’t do much for him either. 

My roommate and I decided we should buy some cookies and tell our boyfriends we baked them. So we did. We even bought cute little heart-decorated saran wrap to top it off. Harold passed those cookies out to all his friends, so happy that I made him cookies…but not really. 

I felt like a total ass though, when he gave me a ring. Not like THE ring…just a ring. I lied to him about baking cookies and he gave me a freakin’ ring. 

But that’s ok…i felt guilty for a bit, even after we split. But then I found out, that he had been cheating. So we were even-he lied about other girls; I lied about not really baking him cookies. Ha. In Harold’s FACE!

I still have that ring somewhere in a box put away. It’s tarnished, just like the “love” it encompassed.

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