Anya ,'Storyteller'
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I lived in Maryland for 10 years and somehow completely managed to miss out on it's native cake.
I would love to try that cake and I so wish that the lovely woman quoted had not mentioned to the Gray Lady's reading public that her community does not lock their doors. Advertising a safe place makes it less safe! Or is that just me being paranoid?
Sorry - I should have said "dessert" so as not to confuse people about crabcake.
And I found a recipe.
Who has 10 cake pans though? Would the first two layers get stale while you baked the next 8?
Considering how far you have to drive, and that you have to take a ferry to the island, I"m not too worried about the community. Plus, not terribly wealthy, out there.
Sumi, did you go to the Eastern Shore much? Otherwise you really wouldn't have heard of it. I only have because my old roommate and good friend is from near there, so when we'd go visit for holidays, her mom sometimes had a Smith Island cake.
The HR manager is the one who thinks it's funny.
Oh joy. I can see why you'd hesitate to take the issue to the next level. Maybe the quiet guy in the corner who never complains about the desk pounding will show up with an uzi one day.
No, we didn't spend much time on the Eastern Shore.
Considering how far you have to drive, and that you have to take a ferry to the island, I'm not too worried about the community. Plus, not terribly wealthy, out there.
I'd say most of the people on the Eastern Shore don't lock their doors. I remember when I was down from Brooklyn apt hunting the summer before I moved, the realtor kept freaking me out because she would leave her car running in the street while we were looking at places.
I swear to God, I don't know if I'm having an episode or if it's just that Monday a Monday.
I just keep getting these calls from assholes with questions I can't answer and nobody around here seems to be even halfway competent. And they don't care that I have to go back to these assholes, whose asshole-ishness has increased a thousandfold due to the INCREDIBLY LONG TIME they've been on hold while I attempt to chase down something to help them, and say "Yeah, evidently we're fucking morons here, sorry" and deal with a thousandfold asshole's half earned/half innate ire.
Tell me not to quit my job or set fire to the building ala Milton. Quick.
Don't set fire to the building unless you can make a lot of money providing hard-to-get items to the inmates in prison.
Telling us you're going to burn down the building could be considered malice aforethought.