Began at a very Saturday-y time, around 9:30. Involved some chores, a bit of work, some mild organization for packing, a trip to pick up some belongings which were still at my old apartment, etc. And even grocery shopping! And baking a cake -- a delicious Trunchbull (think: Matilda)-type cake, at that -- for my roomie's birthday. Unfortunately there were a few hiccups in this process. The last and most minor was the lack of candles (totally spaced it at the grocery store, where I should have attempted to purchase them), but a lighter can always sub in for that bit.
The first and most major was the fact that my cake-carrier still resides in Indiana as my space-cadet self left it at my aunt's in WV and my mom transported it home. You would think that a cake carrier is one of those things you don't really _need_ -- until you do need it, which I often do, which is why I own one. How else are you supposed to transport cakes?!
Well, I will tell you one way. First, you live close enough to your friends that you can carry a cake down the street in an interesting apparatus. Second, you concoct the idea for the interesting apparatus. In this case, the first idea was to put the plate that the cake was on into a big metal salad bowl, hoping to stabilize it -- but then there was the problem of how to cover it. Next there was the idea to simply put the metal bowl over a big plate -- but none of the plates were big enough, so there was no real way to to stabilize the bottom (er, top) of the bowl, as it didn't make contact with the plate. I am no engineer, but I must say I was impressed with my idea of taking Z's mildly rusted cast-iron which has been sitting on our kitchen floor for approximately 3 months (or more?) and setting the plate inside -- the slightly curved lips of the unbreakable Corell plate fit perfectly in the medium-size cast-iron, and the handles of the skillet protruded out far enough so that the metal salad bowl perched atop them. It pretty much looked like I was either carrying a meal fit for a king or someone's head down the street in Central Square, and the only issue was that the uber-gooey DELICIOUS chocolate icing on this cake pretty much ensured that its two layers would slide all around and drip a bit of the goo on to my hands (though there are worse problems to have than chocolate icing on one's fingers).
At any rate, cake worked out and had a lovely b-day dinner for Pap at G-Dog's house. The hub of Central Square comes through again, serving as the center for so many folks.
