When I finished making the cake, I took it to the neighbours. I figured that would be preferable to throwing the cake out, since no one at Wilbrod House even wants to taste another Ambassadeur Exotique this week. In fact, some of the cakes we brought home from school are still in the fridge... My cake from the other day is half eaten -- various housemates had helped themselves to it. The other half, if untouched by tomorrow, is going into the garbage bin.
Each of our 8-inch cakes has a standard 8 servings. Four of us in Wilbrod House are taking Intermediate Pastry this term, therefore the cakes we bring home total 32 servings, which means each housemate must eat 2 servings in order to finish all the cakes. But people rarely have 2 servings each, so there's always some left over. Besides, there are also five housemates taking Superior Pastry this term, so we have a total of at least 18 cakes per week. It is no wonder the squirrels and other pests rummage in the Wilbrod House garbage bags the night before garbage collection day. I guess they can smell all the lovely leftover cakes -- rich in eggs, sugar, cream and butter -- going to waste.
For food safety and legal reasons, we are not allowed to sell the cakes. That's because we are not certified food handlers. We try to give some of the cakes away to people we know, but that's about all we can do. I had thought about giving my cakes to the homeless on Rideau Street, but I wasn't sure if I would get into trouble for that. So, for now, I am giving my practice cakes to the neighbours around here.
