Reality is setting in...

I'm moving. In less than a month. To a faraway cold place. To be a big girl and grow up and get a real job. And there's no convection oven...

... hold me.

But seriously. HOLY CRAP!!! I'm leaving Lethbridge for realistically... probably 10 years. Sure the program is 28 months... but then what? Take my old room back in my parent's house? Not likely. So it's peace out Southern AB until I'm building my dream house out on an acreage.... *sigh*...

That's scary. It makes me feel like I need to cope... by eating desserts. Lots of dessert. Speaking of which... I did something bad. So bad infact.. it has to be good.

I remade that ultimate coconut cake.... with a few alterations. I soaked the layers not in simple syrup, but in coconut milk infused with simple syrup. I turned the cream cheese frosting into a coconut milk cream cheese glaze and I covered the outside with large flake unsweetened coconut instead of the fine shredded and sweetened variety. The result? Nothing short of a masterpiece.

I think we've found a competitor, nay, a MATCH for the Butterscotch Pecan Cake (which I call the Gold Cake... for good reason.)

I made it for my mom's friend's daughter's bridal shower.... yeah that was a lot of possessives in one sentence. We did the whole shebang. Mediterranean pie, special salad, stuffed mushrooms, home made parsley butter, and of course... Dessert. Carmen's Carrot Cake, Callebaut Dipped Strawberries and the Ultimate Coconut Cake. Here are some pictures of the event!

It was lovely... sorry the pictures are all from the kitchen perspective!! But that's kinda how you roll when your part of the food entourage. I wish I had some pictures of the prep the night before... me and Meliss were up until probably 2:30 getting everything ready!

The Kitchen was run by Melissa and Myself... with my Mom playing Hostess with the Mostest. The shower was beautiful, and everyone had a great time!! Especially us... we were left with all the leftovers to take care of afterwards. Oh dear. You know how that PLAGUES me.

All the Coconut Cake is nearly gone, and so is the Summer. Soon it will be off to school again. I can't believe that there are already back to school commercials on. Hopefully I can bake a few more things before I go... something tells me that in the thick of classes, I won't have much time to bake to the same level of extravagance I have been.

Happy Baking my Lovely Readers :)

Confessions of the Service Industry.

So. I got this summer job.... totally thought it would be my dream job! Scoop ice cream all day, bake brownies, roll cookie dough... No bat shiz crazy co-worker harassing me on a daily basis.... Low stress, chill, fun job.

Boy was I ever naiive. Seriously.

The amount of sheer grunt labor involved in that job is UNREAL. Do you know how much gummy bears weigh??? When they are all packed together like that?! They are dense little frickers. And believe you me... that lovely scent of baking waffle cones does NOT come without a price. I was on cones for some 4 hours one day (which actually isn't very long in the cone making world)... I swear I had heatstroke. My hands were swelling so much the gloves were getting tight.

How-some-ever, there are a lot of awesome things about this job. I learned how to work an ice cream machine and got paid to bake in the mornings. I learned how to make a LOT of things (like fresh baked waffle cones and ice cream cup cakes) and I learned that my dream house has to include a blast chiller, an ice cream maker, waffle irons, a walk in fridge, and one of those awesome mega deep sinks that have a scalding water laser for a faucet. Free ice cream is always a good thing too. My co-workers were wonderful. I miss you guys already :( And I had two awesome bosses.

Anyway. During my time there I made some observations... and I am here to share them with you in an easy to follow numbered list. Please note that these opinions are solely my own and I do not intend to impose them on anyone employed in said profession.

THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW WHEN GOING INTO AN ICE CREAM STORE.
(In no particular order..)

1. We don't like it when you ask us how much we love our job. Or when you tell us how easy our jobs must be. Yeah, tell that to my black and blue legs and my aching triceps.

2. Yes, this job makes my wrists hurt and yes, I do have muscles from scooping all the rock hard ice cream for 8 hours a day. In fact, I'm probably 2 years closer to crippling arthritis after hand packing this quart of peanut butter ice cream. Thanks.

3. When you want something "light" and ask for a milkshake, I secretly giggle to myself because I know what goes in those things and in what amount... Trust me. It ain't light. The same goes for the Green Tea Ice Cream. It's all made with the same base. You aren't saving calories... I promise.

4. Don't try too hard to coordinate your ice cream and make it "like an apple pie!" or something. You can't make it gross. Except peanut butter ice cream and pineapple. That's a new kind of sick.

5. When you don't let your kids get more than one mixin, you look like a psycho. Don't take your kid to get a marble slab if you're going to whine about prices. Take them to Dairy Queen where you will pay the same amount but will feel better in principle about buying cheap crap.

6. Use words. Instead of... "I waaaaant.... THAT kind in THAT cup." and pointing in your selection's general direction... say, "I would like a medium strawberry ice cream, please."Seriously. If you are old enough to go get an ice cream and tell the lady what you want, you are old enough to use words.

7. The world would be a better place if people would stop, look around, and read. Everything you need to know is listed on the HUGE board behind me or the hanging signs all around us.

8. Stop asking me for a single ice cream cupcake. For the last time.... They only come in boxes of six. Get over it and buy the box if you want your small turtle cup so freaking badly.

9. Please keep your bad attitude at home. You're in an ice cream parlor.... if you can't be happy there, your life is seriously going to suck.

10. If you are waiting in line for a really long time due to a rush hour.... have the decency to know what you want when we get to you. There's nothing worse than a line out the door and a posse of 5 or 6 girls holding up the line because they can't decide between white chocolate or cheesecake.

11. I dislike when you ask me for my opinion and then you pick the exact opposite... Really?

I have newfound respect for people who stay cheery for 8+ hours at a time. There's so much to be done ALL THE TIME... honestly and truly there's never time for a break in the ice cream business. So we seriously... SERIOUSLY love when happy people come in. There have been a few customers that just made my day either by their cheery attitude alone or something funny they said. Be kind to the people serving you... and say thank you. It's more appreciated than you know!

My vice. Black Walnut/ Cheesecake ice cream with Fudge Brownie, Oreo, and Butterfinger in a Butterfinger cone. Boo. Ya.