Where do you live? i live on the upper west side of manhattan
How old are you? 29
What is your favorite kind of cake? my favorite kind of cake is anything with vanilla buttercream frosting. seriously, i love vanilla buttercream frosting so much that when its on top of a cake, I barely notice what kind of cake it is. i have even, in moments of extreme weakness, made the frosting by itself to eat with a spoon.
What are you awesome at? awesome, hmmm…i know this is pretty dorky, but im absolutely awesome at making book recommendations. i have had a slight (ok huge) obsession with contemporary romance novels (think, nora roberts) for the past 13 or so years. ever since i started writing about the aforementioned novels on my blog, i get asked for recommendations all the time. i think really hard about what to recommend, mostly because i want whoever is asking to love these books as much as i do. i have had some very satisfied customers as of late, and they keep coming back for more, which makes me endlessly, impossibly happy.
The story that goes with the picture: One of my best friends from college got married about 4 years ago. Since then, most of my group has either gotten married (myself included), or is in serious relationships, but 4 years ago, she was the first wedding among us. At orthodox jewish weddings there is usually no official “cake cutting”, but most of the packages at wedding halls come with a cake, so the cake usually just sits there looking pretty and delicious, while some other dessert is served. Weird, I know. This being the first friend’s wedding we attended, we didn’t know this about the cake. We just assumed that at some point they would wheel it away, cut it, and let us eat it. But dessert came and went, and still, the cake sat there. The guests started to filter out and head home, leaving only our friends lingering, and still, the cake sat there.
Another friend of mine and I kept eyeing the cake, wondering what they were planning to do with it since the wedding was minutes from being over. We finally asked our friend the bride, and she told us that they weren’t doing anything with it. The B&G were planning to take the top layer home, but otherwise, nothing. Then she said to us, being the amazing friend and spectacularly cool bride that she is, “grab a fork and dig in.” So we did. We stood, at our best friends wedding, in our shiny brown bridesmaids dresses, forks in hand, and ate straight from the cake. And it was delicious.
Eat the damn cake indeed.
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Does anyone need a book recommendation?
Samantha’s unroast: i love the way my nails look today. very short, with bright pink polish. very summery and fun, like my nails and i should be sitting on the beach with a fruity cocktail in hand.
Note: this is the first in what I hope will be a long series of posts featuring readers stories and cake pictures. Send me your picture soon, and tell me something about yourself!
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