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| - At my place of employment, The Asylum For The Criminally Inane, a number of people were celebrating a birthday, me included.
This meant...cake...from Paddy Cake!
And what a bodaciously buttercreamed and marvelously moist commemorative cake it was to be. While not up to the lofty levels of a Bethel Bakery, Potomac, or Party Cake, Paddy's certainly would make it to the semi-finals of the tournament.
As a result of this gesture, I am now known as Darren, Destroyer of Sheet Cakes.
I didn't eat THAT much, but you know that legends are always twice-told tales that run away from the original source.
P.S. I've had donuts from Paddy Cake a number of times over the 20 years I've been working in the Lawrenceville/Bloomfield area, and they've consistently been top-shelf, particularly the ones that are filled with a cream that is Cool Whip to the tenth power.
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