Witness: This week, I photographed a complete stranger dancing around in a fountain in the Market. We were joined by another complete stranger who owed my stranger a batch of cupcakes. Why? Because he promised some to whomever could make him laugh in a Tweet. Social media FTW. (Digression: For the Win? Fuck the World? The double-entendre makes me giddy.)
Chocolate icing. I know you’re wondering.
That same night, at a bar that is nothing if not Ottawa, was a gathering of other people who, like me, put stuff on the internet. It is a community of mostly girls, and mostly moms. Decide whatever you like about that.
Nineteen-year-old Daniel from Guatelajara, Mexico, once told me (as we shivered in the pre-dawn on the precarious edge of an open-sided bus in Botswana) that his favorite thing to do for his friends’ birthdays was to bake them a cake. This is not what I expected from a 19-year-old Mexican kid. Especially not in Botswana.
Turns out Daniel was right. It IS fun to make cakes for my best friends.
Its morning and for some reason, I feel like cake for breakfast…. Yummy!
now that cake is Just Awesome.
I am madly in love with your watermelon cake. You should go pro!
What is it with the Blog Out Loud bloggers being 90% women? We tried this year to get some guys to read but no go. Maybe it’s just that the women are the show-offs? Or the social butterflies? Hm.
And it’s fun for us to eat them!