Let *them eat cake

All she said was "I want cake" with a little tilt of her head. Thus began our very interesting adventure in our coaches kitchen. don't ask. Just accept that me and a friend, we will call her Bat(again-don't ask) are at the home of our coach by ourselves at seven Sunday morning. With that we ransacked the kitchen in hopes of finding a cake mix. Her kitchn had everything you could imagine. At least ten types of pasta, fifteen types of hot chocolate, five types of frozen cookes, but no cake mix. In my desperation I accidentily offered the conjecture that "maybe she makes it from scratch". haha. bad idea. So ten minutes later, after we take the dog out, with cold noses and a recipie for chocolate cake we gather the ingredients. I kid you not, she had an entie drawer ful of hot cocolate mix, but no cocoa. While she takes the dog out again, it's been quite a long time since we started, i find a recipie for vanilla cake. Too bad even vanilla cake needs eggs. At this point we are not giving up, oh no. OH NO, not us. So Bat heads off to the local deli, which is not very far; PV is notorious for its "deli on every corner". The trip still took long enough for my bladder to get impatient. Let's just let it be said that puppies cannot be left alone for ANY length of time. So Bat returns victorious with a dozen eggs and tales of adventure. Specificaly how her car started fishtailing. The actually construction of this cake was a frienzed affair. One of us was usually playing chew toy for the teething puppy (We used enough soap to clean a kidnergarden class) while the other was searching for a piece of kitchenware one would never think you need to make a cake. -reminder: this house belongs to niether of us- I'd like to announce that for the first time ever I succesfully seperated eggs, this is a great achievment for me. At this point the cake is succesfully in the oven, the kitchen is clean, the dogis tired out. At this point Bat decides that the cake cannot go unfrosted. One of the recipies we printed out had instructions to make frosting by boiling sugar butter and milk. I know the dangers of boiling sugar of any kind, and I now powdered sugar is traditionaly used for frosting. Nevertheless I allow us to make it any way. When it is finished, I am perfectly ok with using it. Bat however, does not think syrup is a decent thing to cover a cake with. This time we kennel the dog and we both go to the deli. No fishtailing this time, the roads are much cleaner, we return with the confectionary sugar without incident. As we walk up the drive way our coach and her new husband return. I personally, had not wanted to be there on their return. Bat, who does not accept the words alkwardness, embarassment, intrusion, or shame, insists we finish the cake. Did I mention she was my ride home? So we remain at the house long enough to make the frosting, which of course is green, and taste the cake.
The cake was superb, moist but crispy on the outside, best thing i've ever made (it was the eggs, i'm positive). The frosting was a little to sweet, but hey: at least it was viscous and pretty.
Best cake i've ever had.

*them being two teenage girls with an empty house and a full** kitchen
**full should not implty adequate***
***i've always wanted a footnote on the footnotes