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Sitting in Bars with Cake: Lessons and Recipes from One Year of Trying to Bake My Way to a Boyfriend (2015)

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Cakes for Jarring Impressions, Embarrassing Run-Ins, and Conversations with a Kick

For every mortifying moment and misread intention I racked up during my year of boy baiting, I’ve created a cake to replicate that harrowing experience that you can enjoy right here. If you’re looking to serve some dessert with a brackish edge, you can surprise guests with any of the following recipes that play up the salty and the sweet. Just comfort yourself with another forkful when you get to any of the more cringeworthy, pull-the-covers-over-your-head kind of exchanges I’m forcing you to relive with me. The dating world can sting, y’all.

The Guy Who Asked If I Was a Grandmother

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He and his friends worked on cars for a living, and they were total badasses. They’d come to the bar expressly to drink, not unlike hunters and pirates and men sporting tool belts. This guy had managed to pull off a vest and fedora with his earrings and tattoos, and he wanted to know who exactly had made my cake and why it happened to be in my possession before agreeing to eat any. He insisted I cut him just a tiny piece before he changed his mind and asked for a second, bigger serving.

Soon we were having such a good time together that I let him hold on to my phone while I served more cake, patting myself on the back for infiltrating the cool-kid group by sheer sugary charm. This allowed my new friend ample opportunity to scroll through my current collection of phone photos, which revealed cake picture after cake picture, occasionally interrupted by a guy-eating-cake picture, or a wholesome flower or noteworthy cloud.

“These are all pictures of cake,” he said. “Are you a grandmother?”

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It only takes one cute guy scrolling through your phone to totally kill your facade as a cool person.

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Peanut Brittle Cake with Old-fashioned Frosting

For young and old alike, especially young people with old people interests, e.g., puzzles, bridge, and my personal favorite, the domino train game.

For the cake:

1 cup (220 g) brown sugar

¼ cup (60 ml) vegetable oil

4 large eggs

½ cup (120 ml) peanut butter

2 cups (10 ounces/280 g) crushed peanut brittle

2½ cups (310 g) all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

½ teaspoon salt

½ cup (120 ml) half-and-half

For the frosting:

1⅓ cups (315 ml) heavy whipping cream

2 teaspoons brandy

Pinch of salt

Peanuts, for garnish

To make the cake: Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). Butter two 9-inch (23-cm) round cake pans, line the bottoms with rounds of parchment paper, and dust the pans with flour, tapping out the excess.

Beat the brown sugar and oil together, then add the eggs, one at a time, scraping down the sides of the bowl. Add the peanut butter and peanut brittle.

In a separate bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, and salt.

Working in batches, stir the flour mixture into the peanut butter mixture, alternating with the half-and-half; stir until just combined. Divide the batter between the prepared pans.

Bake for 35 to 40 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center of a cake comes out clean. Let cool for 5 minutes, then loosen the sides with a knife and invert onto wire racks to cool completely. Peel off the parchment and transfer one cake layer to a serving platter.

To make the frosting: In a chilled bowl, using a chilled whisk or electric mixer with the whisk attachment, whip the cream, brandy, and salt until stiff peaks form. Spread some of the frosting over the bottom cake layer, top with the second cake layer, and spread the remaining frosting over the top. Garnish with peanuts in the center of the cake.

The Guy Who Liked to Talk About Himself

This guy was handsome enough to play Eric in The Little Mermaid on Ice. He had just enough remnants of a Southern accent to keep me hanging on every hint of his drawl, and the fact that he wanted a second piece of cake made me want to go home and meet his parents, even if he hadn’t bothered to learn my name at any point between our hellos, cake consumption, and closing time.

I kept filling any short silence with another meaningful series of questions about his childhood, his too-recent college experience, and his grand aspirations in the music scene. I let him go on and on about the trials and tribulations of putting together a band. (God, it was so hard to coordinate Skypes with, like, so many people.) He described the album he’d just finished with words like “brutal” and “awesome.”

It was only when he started using the word chick interchangeably with girl that I finally snapped out of it. I’d gotten carried away by his attractive book cover of a face before thinking to open it up and read the first sentence, which upon closer inspection revealed it to be the autobiography of a celebrity mom who overcame adversity by letting herself eat cookies, or something comparably self-focused and of very little interest to me.

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Tactfully write off those who missed the boat on social cues.

Bacon Sponge Cake with Potato Chip Frosting

For people who share their own accomplishments without inquiring about any of yours.

For the cake:

10 large eggs

1½ cups (300 g) sugar

3 cups (420 g) cake flour, sifted

½ cup (1 stick/115 g) unsalted butter, softened

1 cup (75 g) crumbled cooked bacon

½ cup (15 g) crumbled potato chips

For the frosting:

2 cups (480 ml) sour cream

½ cup (30 g) finely ground potato chips, plus more for garnish

To make the cake: Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C). Butter two 9-inch (23-cm) round cake pans, line the bottoms with rounds of parchment paper, and dust the pans with flour, tapping out the excess.

With an electric mixer fitted with the whisk attachment, beat the eggs and sugar together until tripled in volume, about 5 minutes. Gently fold in the flour until just incorporated, then the butter in small increments. Mix in the bacon and potato chips. Divide the batter between the prepared pans.

Bake for 20 to 25 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center of a cake comes out clean. Let cool for 5 minutes, then loosen the sides with a knife and invert onto wire racks to cool completely. Peel off the parchment and transfer one cake layer to a serving platter.

To make the frosting: Whisk the sour cream with the potato chips. Spread some of the frosting over the bottom cake layer, top with the second cake layer, and spread the remaining frosting over the top. Garnish with potato chips on top of the cake.

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The Guy Who Claimed to Be Full

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He looked just like the boyfriend I grew up thinking I’d have once I got to high school, thanks to unrealistic expectations built up for me by nineties sitcoms, where everyone seemed to have a handsome, two-dimensional study partner who also asked them to prom. This guy was nothing extraordinary—he just had a nice smile and normal haircut that brought to mind that very fulfilling dating life I’d predicted for my future self as a fifth grader that still had yet to come to fruition.

I walked over and stood next to him at the bar, trying not to look absolutely calculating. I asked what he was ordering before casually segueing into an offer of leftover cake back at my table.

“That’s really nice,” he said. “But I’m so full. I just came from dinner.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “You could even take some home with you.”

“No—thanks, though,” he said. “I appreciate it,” he added, and turned back to face the bar. I made myself stand still on the off chance he wanted to keep our meaningful conversation going. But after no further acknowledgment on his part, I retreated to my table, feeling slighted and ten years old again.

“He’s not really full,” my friend said when I relayed what had happened. “He must have a girlfriend.”

We realized that guys could eat cake even if they’d just polished off an entire bar mitzvah buffet; they powered through fullness. Turning down cake under the pretense of being too stuffed was really the nicest way possible of saying “closed for business.”

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Chocolate Prune Cake with Salty Frosting

For guys you have no intention of dating and guys who have no intention of dating you.

For the cake:

1 cup (2 sticks/230 g) unsalted butter, at room temperature

1 cup (220 g) brown sugar

3 large eggs

1 cup (240 ml) prune baby food (about five 2½-ounce/71-g containers)

2½ cups (310 g) all-purpose flour

¾ cup (60 g) unsweetened cocoa powder, sifted

2 teaspoons baking powder

½ teaspoon baking soda

½ teaspoon salt

1 cup (240 ml) sour cream

For the frosting:

1½ cups (360 ml) heavy whipping cream

¼ teaspoon sea salt

To make the cake: Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C). Butter two 9-inch (23-cm) round cake pans, line the bottoms with rounds of parchment paper, and dust the pans with flour, tapping out the excess.

Beat the butter and brown sugar together until creamy, then add the eggs, one at a time, scraping down the sides of the bowl. Add the prune baby food.

In a separate bowl, combine the flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.

Working in batches, stir the flour mixture into the butter mixture, alternating with the sour cream; stir until just combined. Divide the batter between the prepared pans.

Bake for 30 to 35 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center of a cake comes out clean. Let cool for 5 minutes, then loosen the sides with a knife and invert onto wire racks to cool completely. Peel off the parchment and transfer one cake layer to a serving platter.

To make the frosting: In a chilled bowl, using a chilled whisk or electric mixer with the whisk attachment, whip the cream and salt until stiff peaks form. Spread some of the frosting over the bottom cake layer, top with the second cake layer, and spread the remaining frosting over the top.

The Guy Who Got Handsy

Full disclaimer: This was my first and only time peddling cake at a wedding, as I’d actually been asked to bring a dessert.

This guy was part of the wedding party, which made him seem deceptively adorable. We’d been seated near each other at dinner and reconnected in the dessert line several hours later, what must have been several drinks later for him. I offered to cut him a piece of my cake, not registering the extent of his drunkenness until he started to cram frosting into his mouth with the hand-eye coordination of a high chair-constricted infant. I watched him, fascinated, this odd combination of sloppiness and formal wear as he sucked down a few more messy bites. He reached for me, and the beginnings of a hug turned into some serious inappropriateness as he announced, “It’s just salt in the salt shaker.”

“What does that even mean?” I asked, and extricated myself to seek out other, more-composed cake eaters. This guy proceeded to get so drunk that he passed out on the couch outside the banquet hall, where wedding guests stopped to pose for pictures with him on their way out the door. We were all left guessing what exactly he’d meant by his enigmatic salt shaker comment on our drive back home. Was I the salt? Was he the salt?

No, we decided. He was just abominably trashed.

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Don’t trust the groomsman; he’s out to do every bad thing the groom just signed away.

Bear Claw Cake with Drippy Caramel Frosting

For clumsy dinner guests who you know will have too much to drink.

For the cake:

1 cup (2 sticks/230 g) unsalted butter, at room temperature

1 cup (200 g) sugar

3 large eggs

2 cups (250 g) all-purpose flour

½ cup (170 g) almond meal or pulverized almonds

2 teaspoons baking powder

½ teaspoon salt

½ cup (120 ml) sour cream

1½ cups (135 g) sliced almonds

For the frosting:

½ cup (1 stick/115 g) unsalted butter, at room temperature

1 cup (220 g) brown sugar

¼ cup (60 ml) milk, plus more if needed

2 cups (200 g) confectioners’ sugar, sifted

To make the cake: Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C). Butter and flour a 12-cup (2.8-L) Bundt pan, tapping out the excess.

Beat the butter and sugar together until creamy, then add the eggs one at a time, scraping down the sides of the bowl.

In a separate bowl, combine the flour, almond meal or almonds, baking powder, and salt.

Working in batches, stir the flour mixture into the butter mixture, alternating with the sour cream; add the sliced almonds and stir until just combined. Pour the batter into the prepared pan and smooth the top.

Bake for 45 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean. Let cool for 5 minutes, then loosen the sides with a knife and invert onto a wire rack to cool completely. Transfer to a serving platter.

To make the frosting: Melt the butter and brown sugar in a medium saucepan over low heat, stirring to combine. Add the milk. Increase the heat to medium and bring to a boil; boil for 1 minute, then remove from the heat and add the confectioners’ sugar. You may need to add 1 to 2 tablespoons more milk to make the frosting extra smooth. Immediately pour the hot frosting over the cooled cake.

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LURING BOYS WITH SUGAR

The Do’s and Don’ts of Sitting in Bars with Cake

(1) Don’t bake cakes with polarizing ingredients.

(2) Don’t wear dry-clean only.

(3) Don’t bring along friends with alcohol problems.

(4) Don’t sit with your back to the door.

(5) Don’t leave the cake covered up.

(6) Don’t assume the bar just happens to have a cake knife.

(7) Don’t cut your pieces too small (or too big!).

(8) Don’t leave without enjoying a piece yourself.

(9) Don’t forget to give the bouncer a piece on your way out.

(10) Don’t go to the same bar twice, lest you give up the whole charade!

The Guy Who Inhaled The Cake

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This guy’s right arm was in a sling. He’d been sitting alone watching the football game on TV before he slid over to join me and my friend.

“I only end up here if my night’s gone really horribly wrong,” he said.

“What happened?” we asked.

He wouldn’t say. He was too busy eyeing our cake.

I asked if he wanted a piece, and he gladly took some, wielding the fork in his opposite, unhindered hand. He had nearly finished scarfing down the entire slice before he stopped to ask me what kind of cake it was that he was eating.

It was now clear that putting a great deal of thought into the cake presentation had been unnecessary; the flavors, the decorations, and any ingredients to give the cake a more alluring kind of appeal had gone partially if not completely unnoticed by male cake-eaters. They just heard “cake,” and they were in.

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Sloppy Joe Cake with Cracker Jack Frosting

For guys who would probably fail to notice if your cake was uncooked, overcooked, or actually a pie in disguise.

For the cake:

½ cup (1 stick/115 g) unsalted butter, at room temperature

1 cup (220 g) brown sugar

3 large eggs

2 cups (250 g) all-purpose flour

½ cup (50 g) finely ground pretzels

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 cup (240 ml) beer

2 cups (80 g) cocoa cereal

½ cup (120 ml) peanut butter

For the frosting:

1½ cups (360 ml) heavy whipping cream

3 cups (200 g) pulverized Cracker Jacks or salted caramel popcorn

To make the cake: Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C). Butter and flour a 12-cup (2.8-L) Bundt pan, tapping out the excess.

Beat the butter and brown sugar together until creamy, then add the eggs, one at a time, scraping down the sides of the bowl.

In a separate bowl, combine the flour, pretzels, and baking powder.

Working in batches, stir the flour mixture into the butter mixture, alternating with the beer; stir until just combined.

In a separate bowl, mix the cereal and peanut butter together until the cereal is uniformly coated. Spread half of the cake batter in the prepared pan, then spread the cereal and peanut butter mixture over the top. Spread the remaining cake batter over the filling, smoothing the top.

Bake for 35 to 40 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean. Let cool for 5 minutes, then loosen the sides with a knife and invert onto a wire rack to cool completely. Transfer to a serving platter.

To make the frosting: In a chilled bowl, using a chilled whisk or electric mixer with the whisk attachment, whip the cream and Cracker Jacks until stiff peaks form. Spread over the cooled cake, or serve on the side for dolloping onto slices.

The Guy Who Was Married

This guy was sitting with a big group of friends, telling a story in a Sean Connery accent. It took me a whole round of cake distribution to realize he was legitimately Scottish, and his table was full of expats.

Maybe it’s because Europeans have a more significant pub culture than we do, or maybe it’s just because they’re better at socialized drinking, but I was very quickly welcomed into their merry clan. The Scotsman exuded the same level of warmth and inclusion as a Tennessee church picnic, and I thought maybe I could fit right in. Maybe his people could become my people. Maybe I could work my way to dual citizenship, even if he was starting to go gray.

The Scotsman declared my baking was so good that he would leave his wife and son for me, who I then found out not only existed but were drinking within earshot—to my great surprise, a son old enough to be a viable dating candidate for me.

While I’d approached these endeavors with an attitude of all-inclusiveness, I hadn’t exactly intended to attract married men with adult sons. No harm had been done, of course, just some cultural discussions over cake consumption, but it was a valuable warning for the future.

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Don’t get carried away by dreams of dual citizenship until you know the guy is looking for a mutual return.

Great Scot Skirlie Cake with Toffee Frosting

For tea parties, European tourists, and married company partial to oats.

For the cake:

½ cup (40 g) rolled oats

½ cup (1 stick/115 g) unsalted butter, at room temperature

1½ cups (330 g) brown sugar

4 ounces (½ block/115 g) cream cheese, at room temperature

3 large eggs

2 cups (250 g) all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

½ teaspoon salt

For the frosting:

1 cup (240 ml) heavy cream

½ cup (15 g) pulverized toffee bars

To make the cake: In a small saucepan, combine the oats and 1 cup (240 ml) of water and cook over medium heat until the oats are soft and thickened, 7 to 10 minutes. Set aside to cool completely.

Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C). Butter and flour a 12-cup (2.8-L) Bundt pan, tapping out the excess.

Beat the butter and brown sugar together until creamy. Beat in the cream cheese, then add the eggs, one at a time, scraping down the sides of the bowl.

In a separate bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, and salt.

Working in batches, stir the flour mixture into the butter mixture, alternating with the cooled oatmeal; stir until just combined. Pour the batter into the prepared pan and smooth the top.

Bake for 35 to 40 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean. Let cool for 5 minutes, then loosen the sides with a knife and invert onto a wire rack to cool completely. Transfer to a serving platter.

To make the frosting: In a chilled bowl, using a chilled whisk or electric mixer with the whisk attachment, whip the cream and toffee bars until stiff peaks form. Spread over the cooled cake, or serve on the side for dolloping onto slices.

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The Guy Who Acted Interested

He was by far the most thrilled person I had ever offered cake to. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he gushed. (That is, my offering him a piece of cake in a bar for free.)

He was so charismatic, I thought maybe I should start bringing him along on future cake outings for morale; with his energy and little-boy face, he seemed more like a cheerful sidekick than a romantic prospect. I was just about to run this idea by him when he looked me in the face and said, “I’m really interested in dating you.”

“Oh,” I said, taken aback, wondering how this could possibly be the case, not remembering this was the goal of the entire project.

“Are you not available?” he asked.

“No, yes, I’m available,” I said, and gave him my number, supremely flustered.

I talked myself into believing I could handle someone this spry, who was clearly several years younger than I was and not completely jaded by the privileged troubles of living in L.A. yet. After worrying that our mutual cheerfulness would turn dark and competitive, I decided that I should still go out with him. No one ever came right out and announced they were interested in dating you, and that directness was worth a lot.

I never heard from him again.

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Pretzel Roulette Cake with Pistachio Filling

For bouncy company and young adults prone to rash declarations and changing their minds.

For the cake:

½ cup (100 g) sugar

3 large eggs

1 cup (125 g) all-purpose flour

½ cup (50 g) finely ground pretzels

1 teaspoon baking powder

¼ cup (60 ml) plain yogurt

1 tablespoon finely ground pistachios

For the filling:

¾ cup (180 ml) heavy whipping cream

3 tablespoons finely ground pistachios

⅛ teaspoon salt

1 tablespoon confectioners’ sugar

To make the cake: Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C). Line a 9-by-12-inch (23-by-30-cm) baking sheet with waxed paper or parchment paper.

Beat the sugar and eggs together until foamy.

In a separate bowl, combine the flour, pretzels, and baking powder.

Add the flour mixture to the sugar mixture, then add the yogurt, then the pistachios. Spread the batter into the prepared sheet.

Bake for about 10 minutes, or until the consistency is firm and cakelike.

Have a clean, damp kitchen towel ready for when you take the cake out of the oven. Slide the cake, still on the paper, onto the towel. Starting from a short side, roll the cake up, still on the paper, and wrap it in the towel, forming a roll. Let cool for 30 minutes.

To make the filling: In a chilled bowl, using a chilled whisk or electric mixer with the whisk attachment, whip the cream, pistachios, and salt until stiff peaks form. Unroll and unwrap the cake, being careful not to tear it. Spread the filling over the flattened cake, then roll it back up and transfer to a serving platter, seam-side down. Dust with the confectioners’ sugar.

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HAVEN’T WE MET?

Commonly Encountered Boy Personalities

(1) The Artist Wearing an Old Man Sweater

(2) The Guy Trying to Pull Off a Shark-tooth Necklace

(3) The Proselytizing Nonprofit Worker

(4) The Affable Musician Who Works Part-time at Starbucks

(5) The Guy Who Invests in Business Models You Don’t Understand

(6) The Guy Who Just Wants to Go Home

(7) The Skeptical Skinny Freelancer

(8) The Eccentric Guy Who Works at the Farmers’ Market

(9) The Guy Who Dives Right in to Sober Karaoke

(10) The Schmoozy Hollywood Guy with Veneers