Day 83: Make Cakes

They sure are adorable

Stockin' up

  











  
     It would appear that I have been discreetly promoted to cake maker at Baskin Robbins. I have worked there for a total of about 2 years and 3 months, and I have never, ever, ever, ever, made a cake. I've happily gone those years without ever dealing with the cake end of the business, well till today. I opened the store and was expecting an easy day ahead of me. It was cloudy and windy, and nobody wants ice cream at noon, I thought. I went through the opening routine (its a lot like closing, only in reverse). After I had everything up and running, I checked out the notebook where my boss jots down all the crap I need to do. This is when I found out about the promotion; the page was filled with chores and tasks for me to do. I was asked (cough*demanded* ahem) to make clown cones, stock up on waffle cones and to build 12 ice cream cakes of various sizes and flavors. I was expected to get all this crap done when I would usually just fart around, this is sounding more like a demotion to me. I mean its not like I'm getting any extra pay or even a cool new name tag or anything, just more responsibilities. Whatever, enough of that talk. So I got to work with the clown cones and knocked them out in no time. It was the cakes that I was worried about. I had seen people make them before. Becky, my boss's mom, was a friendly old woman who used to play the role of "cake maker" the first time I worked there. She was really sweet and made some damn good looking cakes. She retired and is off doing grandma things, which means it was up to me to make these cakes. I found the BR dessert book and looked up the instructions for each cake. Long and super-duper boring story short: it took a long time to complete, and some of the cakes did not look up to par (one or two of them turned out way too small), but I did it. I made the cakes, which is a first in my book. I ended the day off with a couple of games at the ol bowling alley. My inability to get a strike throughout the first game earned me the nickname Nine Pin Kyle. I found that I'm really good at getting exactly nine pins every time, but I suck at getting strikes. I'd like to think of the games as practice for a potential bowling team I may or may not have my hand in. Who knows?