Someone’s always having a birthday at my job, and today’s honoree got the cake to end all cakes. It was, and I measured it to be certain, two feet in circumference. Deliciously rich devil’s food, sprinkled with those sugar dot things.
Unfortunately, it’s the tradition to have cake late in the afternoon. Mid-morning would, IMHO, be a better time; it would give people a boost with time to work it off. Instead, we had it at 2:45. Bad idea. For the rest of the day, I was down while my immediate cow-orkers were wayyyy up. Their antics had me ready to chew glass, but I lacked the strength to complain, and was too cranky to do so diplomatically, anyway.
I’m caked out. And I think Cow-orker A and Cow-orker B should regard cake as a controlled substance. I wish I knew the birthday of everyone in the office, so I could look forward to the dull stretches. I swear there’s been a birthday every week since I started.
Look on the bright side, maybe you’ll develop an alergy to cake, so no one will ever offer it to you again. When I was little we had pizza so often I could no longer stand it. Now I’m alergic to the basil and possibly other spices in pizza sauce (break out in a pink itchy rash if it touches my skin, worse if I eat it) so no one asks me to get pizza.
Not sure what you can do though … maybe grab a whole bunch of pieces and sell them to the other cake obsessed people when they run out. That way at least you can make money off of it.
This is one of the reasons I HATE sugary foods, especially those with refined flours and sugars. They tend to leave you feeling as though you ate a Unisom with a side of Unisom.
My advise for all my friends here on the SDMB is (and I truly mean this) is to encourage things that wont let you down, refined sugars and flours will let you down all the time.
God I am horrible, but it’s true. My mom brought us up on whole sugars (if you have to have them) and whole grains. If you are the one designated to get the desert for the office or even home party, try to make a whole grain crusted cheese cake. Granted you usually use processed sugars, you can usually make a good cheese cake (which who doesn’t love cheesecake) with great ingredients that don’t send you into an insulin spin.
Pardon me, I am on the idea that the world can live without processed grains and sugars. I quit smoking and I have point out things I normally wouldn’t.
So, next time, try to look for a recipe that is a beautiful desert that doesn’t give you the carb drop and roll.
< please shoot me now, egads >
BTW, I do have recipes for non-carb dinners, sides and desserts that don’t take away from your energy…and I will shut up now.
Thank you for the advice, techchick. On thinking it over, however, my objection wasn’t to the cake itself, but to the time of day when it was brought out. As I said in the OP, if it had been consumed at 10am, the traditional coffee-break hour, it would have brought myself and my cow-orkers to a pleasant balance. Since I can’t control the serving time, I’ll take mine home from now on.
[Dr. Doom] Ashtar does not understand this silly infatuation with this baked, doughy pastry. Everybody knows that true confectionary delight can only be attained through pie and it’s various compotes. [/Dr. Doom]
You misunderstand, Captain. I’m not forgoing my piece; I’m just holding on to it until I’m ready.
I’m known for hoarding stuff, and restricting myself to tiny portions so it will last longer. Here on the desk, for example, is a dish of candy corn left over from last Halloween. I got four bags for a dollar at Albertson’s, and I’ve been stretching them out since then. I call it disciplined. Mr. Rilch calls it flirting with salmonella.
