I am working tomorrow (a week of days, which means being at the hospital by 7, ugh, and because of all of the travel, I never did get out of the “go to bed at 2 am, wake up at 9” schedule, so tonight will be extra fun.

I have a few things that I want to ruminate on, mostly about making friendships as an adult, and my perpetual feelings of being left out and forgotten, which are the same feelings that I’ve been dealing with since I was 14 years old, but those will take longer than the 10 minutes I’ve got before I have to go to bed.

So, instead, let me introduce you to the pake, as I was tonight (well, it was served at a progressive Mormon gathering, so we called it “a marvelous cake and a cobbler” but that pun means nothing to the majority of my blog readers).

Pake = pie cake = cake baked around pie. I had the apple pie surrounded by a french vanilla cake, which was phenomenal. There was also pumpkin pie in a spice cake, and cherry pie in a chocolate cake. I managed to track down the recipe for the last (my friend confirmed that it is best to stick the pie upside down on the cake batter). So very, very good.

I also learned how to properly eat candlestick salad (which is a recipe that was published in my church’s magazine for children about 6 years back). Delicious!