Monthly Archives: October 2010

The Boob Cake

In honor of National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I give you a story.

It is 100% true.

I wasn’t wearing a jacket when I carried the boob cake along the shoulder of the West Side Highway during a cold night in January. All of the police officers were staring at me, or, more likely, at the cake. We hadn’t originally intended to go down the West Side Highway. My sister was driving the car and decided she wanted to be dropped off at our apartment on the west side before I delivered the cake to a friend on the east side of Manhattan. The boob cake was to serve as a combination Happy Birthday/Good Luck on your prophylactic mastectomy surgery/Yay, you’re getting implants! cake. My friend shares my slightly skewed sense of humor and love of cake, so making a boob cake was the perfect way to celebrate her birthday and impending surgery. I was really proud of the cake. I even used that weird raspberry flavored jelly candy for fake nipples and a pudding cake mix for extra bounce. It was that authentic.

Not my cake, but close.

The boob cake was created in my parents’ suburban kitchen. Their space was superior for cake baking/decorating over the tiny kitchen in my studio apartment, where my oven was too small to accommodate the height of the cake breasts. After cooling two measuring cups full of cake, I went to work sculpting and icing them to look more like breasts, topping them off with the raspberry jelly candy.

Transportation of the cake was best done by car, with the cakes nestled into a deep tray on my lap. This is how my sister and I found ourselves on the West Side Highway that dark, cold, Sunday night. We were mere feet from our 95th street exit when suddenly, the silver Toyota Rav 4 in front of us came to a full, abrupt stop, its tires smoking. My sister slammed on the brakes of our black Jeep Cherokee and inexplicably closed her eyes. I braced myself and the boob cake for the inevitable impact.

The crash resulted in the Toyota having a completely shattered rear window and smashed bumper. The entire front end of our Jeep was crushed into itself. We immediately phoned our parents and the police. The man from the Toyota came around to our car. He was in his late 20s, bespectacled, and had a Russian accent. “Are you girls ok?” he asked. Once we determined that no one was injured, he explained what happened: “A car was stalled out directly in front of me. Its lights weren’t on and there wasn’t a working street light above it. I didn’t see the car until I was practically on top of it.” We also learned the man was a doctor, a pediatric resident at a hospital in Queens. His car was two weeks old, the same age as his brand new driver’s license. Since it was freezing outside, and seeing as he no longer had a rear window to protect him from the elements, we invited the doctor into our car to wait with us until the police and our parents arrived. He accepted and hopped into the back seat.

Once he settled in, he took a good look at us. We had flesh-colored frosting all over our clothes, in our hair, on the roof of the car. Everywhere. The boob cake remained mostly intact, yet the frosting managed to find its way all over the interior of the car. “Oh,” exclaimed the doctor, seeing the corner of my tray, “You have a cake! You must be going to a party.” He stopped when he got a full view of the mounds on my tray, then rephrased his question, “You are going to a bachelor party?”

Before we could answer, our parents and (finally!) the police showed up. We all exited the car. I carried the boob cake across the West Side Highway, parading passed several police officers and a line of rubberneckers before reaching my parents’ car. Someone honked and hooted when they realized what I was carrying. The police officers stared for a second before returning to their accident report. My mom looked at the boobs. “I can’t believe they’re still intact,” she remarked, slightly in awe. “These boobs, they’re indestructible,” I replied.

P.S. You can read more about the boob cake (including my friend’s reaction) here.

P.S.S. To learn more about the Breast Cancer Gene, click here.

P.S.S.S. Be safe and healthy, go to second base with yourself this month and every month.


Monday’s Watch, Listen, Read


Since we’re officially in the fall season, I thought it might be nice to post this reminder/instructional video called “How to Put Yourself Inside of a Coat” by Allie Brosh. Stay warm.

You can find out more about Allie below in my Read pick of the week.


I was stumped today when trying to decide on a Listen pick. Luckily, a Twitter friend offered some inspiration when she tweeted about a song she was currently listening to. It was perfect for this week’s pick. Also, I own the sountracks to every Wes Anderson movie. And I like when people cover David Bowie songs. In Portuguese. Done and done. Enjoy.


Allie Brosh’s blog, Hyperbole and a Half, was introduced to me by this lady, who, if you’ve had the opportunity to watch or listen to her (you can’t read her. yet.) you know anything that comes from her message box to yours is worth checking out.  Hyperbole quickly made my list of blogs I visit hourly daily.  All of Allie’s comics are fantastic, vivid memories of her child and adulthood experiences. They are also entirely relatable and can result in feelings of both warm fuzzies and little butterflies of anxiety when you read them. This one was the first I read and remains my favorite. 

Sunday Obsessions: Tech Crunch

Chic Sleeves

It was hard to stop myself from buying up their entire store, but Tovi Corrie’s Etsy shop is home to the most perfect iPhone/iTouch/iPad/Kindle cases I have yet to come across. Beautiful, whimsical, and practical. Just the way I like it.

I had a hard time choosing between these three cases. Can you guess which one I ended up picking?

Hard Shell

Sometimes I get bored with my plain, black incase shell for my iPhone. So I did a little Googling to find a place where I could customize my hard shell case. Voilà! Uncommon is exactly what I was looking for. You can choose from some of their own artist-designed cases or upload a photo or creation of your own. Here’s mine, using one of my own photographs.

Slivers of Business

So this pick isn’t really techie, but it’s a result of another Google search and an obsession will all things mini. When I attended Maggie Mason‘s Mighty Meetup, a few people (Maggie included) handed me little slivers of hard card stock with an image on one side and their contact info on the other. Mini business cards! These cards from Moo are not only adorable, but take up much less space in your bag and allow you to be really creative. 100 cards cost you $20! And, you can upload a single image or 100 images to customize each card. I started with five. Cropping your photos for these cards allows you see them in an entirely different way. Fun and functional.

Update: Mashable just published a similar post, but with a few more, cool options for cases and such. Check it out.