Quest For Cake
Who would’ve thought that finding a cake would be so damn difficult?
Friday we’re leaving for Idaho to visit family. Our son’s fifth birthday is Sunday, and my stepbrother’s birthday is, I think, Monday, so my wife wanted to pick up a couple of cakes. Sounds simple enough, right?
You’d be wrong. See, my wife, being the Euro she is, doesn’t think highly of American style bakery cakes. You know; the kind you’d by in a grocery store? She calls them, “tasteless bread covered with sugary frosting.” Her line of thinking is that if you’re going to sin, you do it with a cake that tastes heavenly.
Here in Salt Lake we’ve picked up cakes at a nifty little French bakery that are pretty damn good. I mean these things are the real deal. But the prospect of them making an 8 hour trip is sketchy, so we’re thinking, Hey, we’ll stop by a bakery in Boise on the way through and pick one up. The two and half hour drive from there shouldn’t be a problem. I put out a feeler to a vague contact in Boise and they were kind enough to suggest a French bakery in the city. Now, how damn cool is that?
Well, a phone call to said French bakery in Boise revealed they don’t make cakes.
What???
They were kind enough to suggest a place that did make cakes and I called them up. Although they are a grocery store, they supposedly have a gourmet bakery that makes cheesecakes using locally grown fruits. It looks like this place could be the ticket.
One can only hope.