Chasingtomatoes.ca Website Review

when you last left me, i was standing outside a bakery. the lights were off and inside, i could see a gi*l wiping the counters. it was i went home and dejectedly ate a cookie instead. stupid universe. how long does the whole birthday thing last? if you finally get your cake 2 days after your birthday and you buy it yourself, does it count? or am i perpetually stuck a year behind now? (that might come in handy next year when i turn 40. i can still say i'm 39 then. remember that.) on saturday i rose late and sat for a good hour in my pajamas, drinking coffee and blogging. there were lots of plans for the day, from housework to groceries and cooking, coffee with my bestie, and more. i almost forgot about it but finally, around 11 am i grabbed the phone and called the bakery to ask them to put one aside. they are popular, i need a small cake, i specified. even we, the die hard chocolate lovers, can't eat a large one ourselves. nor should we, without plans to exercise strenuously to burn off the thousands of calories that would be coursing through our bodies. two hours later i arrived at the shop, cooler in hand, ready to pick it up. i was meeting my friend for coffee, and the cake would need to sit in the car for awhile. no point in risking it melting if the car was warm, right? the te*nager behind the counter didn't seem to understand me. i phoned, around 11, and asked one to be put aside. chocolate ganache. i explained, for the third time. oh please let them get it right. please, please tell me there are cakes. please. i will just cry now if they don't have one. she came out with a box and rang me up. that box looks a little big. is it? no, oh no.. i asked for a small one. that's a big one. do you have any small? the universe is conspiring against me. i looked at my shoes and heaved a sigh of resignation. am i desperate to pay $25 and buy the big cake, even though we really don't need it? i guess i could freeze it. she arrived back with a small box in hand, and i resisted the urge to snatch it from her hands, hold it high over my head like the stanly