Cakes and Campouts

Operation dormcake went off. I won't say smoothly. But it did go off. On the other hand, I went to a campout party last night that was ridiculously awesome and hilarious. I hope it becomes a tradition with my friends and me.

     I spent all day agonizing over my attempt to make two cakes, completely fumbled with one cake and ended up with only one to show for it. And it did NOT turn out the way it was supposed to, but it ended up like this.
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Yes, it's sitting on a pine-needle encrusted picnic table. And I must say it was delicious. Everyone said that you couldn't tell at all that it was gluten and dairy free, so it was just universally good.

So. . . in the end it matters more that it's tasty than beautiful (which it was not), and much more important that it was a cake my gluten-and-dairy-free friend could actually have. She figured she had to give up on birthday cakes, so my mission was to prove she could have a normal, lovely cake just like anyone else. And she did, so I will call it a success.

Just like the campout! Because no one else is crazy enough to camp by a lake this early in spring, we had the campground to ourselves and didn't even pay a fee for it. 'Course there was no running water or trash either, but, it was worth the price!

 Once it got dark four of us succumbed to that wild, youthful impulse to go jump in the lake while it was so cold we could see our breaths, and we did. Then we ran back to the campfire and dried off around it, laughing our asses off.

It was a chilly night, to be perfectly honest, and I might've frozen my toes off just a little. But we were young and impulsive and free, and even though I may have pneumonia now, you know what? It was very much needed.

Practically invites a swim. The ducks are doing it.