Pan[ic]cake

Somehow it fell to me to arrange cakes for five work sites in three towns this week. They were to recognize White Ribbon Day (anti violence against women). A special email had gone out advising everyone of the cakes’ impending arrival.
Not a problem you say, just go to a cake shop and get them to make you some. Well let me tell you something you big city, decent infrastructure folks, in Dunedin we don’t have a lot of affordable options. I could have bought frozen slab cakes but then someone would need to decorate them, and it wasn’t going to be me.
One thing in life that causes me anxiety is being in charge of people’s food (see also people’s fun).
Anyway, I found online that a chain of supermarkets would custom decorate two certain types of cake. I carefully wrote out what I wanted, even drew a handy picture and attached a copy of a white ribbon incase the shop had no idea what I meant. I put in the order, paid and trotted off to organize the orders from the other two towns.
Then I got a phone call “We don’t customize cakes”, Noooooo! “But it said so on your website”. “You’ll have to come and see the manager.”
I hastily printed out the page and trotted over waiting to be told it was back to the drawing board. The bakery man informed me they could customize the cake but it would mean the existing design of hearts and nuts would have to go. Well, obviously.
I then had to phone a town forty minutes away to book a cake, explaining over the phone what it was I wanted “Like a breast cancer ribbon but white” (very important, I then fretted they would just write down “breast cancer ribbon”). After work I drove to visit a supermarket just out of the city for another cake – “I can’t draw but I’ll do my best”.
I then spent an anxious few days fretting that all seven cakes would turn out looking ridiculous and it would be all my fault. (I have big worries in my life as you can see.)
Well, they not only turned out exactly as I asked but one shop even made little white chocolate ribbons for added decoration. Don’t worry me like that!

Blockheads and Satay

Blockheads are the new craze among the kids, you get them from a petrol station when you fill up. People are collecting them for their children, I am collecting them for a 27 year old.
He has made deals with a 4 year old who is on his tail for a Superman in exchange for Batman. I had to hastily retract the offer of Superman I had made on his behalf and change it to Hawkgirl. Arrrgh those Blockheads.
Pictured below at the Satay Noodle House, Shannon’s favourite eatery with his new favourite things.

Mr Pigalina’s Busy Day

Mr Pigalina often tells me that he wants to stay at home and I can go to work (lucky me). This, reversed, is my dream too so we both have to work instead. He tells me that I would arrive home each day to a clean house, a walked dog and dinner cooking.
He has been on holiday all week – this is what I came home to today.

Toko Mouth Tiki Tour

A combination of me leaving the written directions at home, a lack of phone coverage and me eating a messy pie while driving, led to Mr Pigalina being driven 18km more than necessary on gravel road on his birthday. I had planned a scenic route home from the Catlins but bungled the turn-off so backtracking was required.
We did however get to visit Toko Mouth.