Random Acts of Cake-ness
Some months ago my aunt bought me an awesome cake pan. It’s metal and has a matching lid. It’d be great for keeping cake around the house or for taking somewhere you didn’t think it could sprout legs.
I like baking cake but I’m just one guy. A whole cake would go bad before I could even make a dent in it. So I decided to make a cake for all the fellows I work with – and labelled it appropriately.
Now I’m stuck with a whole bunch of letters that won’t spell much of anything. So I’ll probably just hang onto ‘em and make the next one a word search.