The best time to hit on a guy is from the back seat of his car. More specifically, when he is driving you and your friend in an uncanny inebriated state home. Uber is a perfect platform for a date proposal. After texting him the entire next day, he asked me on a date to a quaint little town with a string of restaurants. Quite frankly, I did not remember the specifics of his appearance, because it was dark and I was in the back seat of his car... Not a scandalous as it sounds (insert whistle here). So essentially I was waiting for a blind date. Cars came and went of attractive and not-so attractive old not-so legal men, but none made eye contact with me. After waiting what felt like 6 months, a 5'8" slightly stout gentleman shuffled his way toward me. Painting on the smile mother taught me in etiquette, I greeted him properly.... With a high-five and sprint for the hills. Just kidding. So, we walked the Main Street of the quaint little town, and settled into the tequila bar for tacos and, you guessed it, tequila. He glowed with conversation about his ex-wife named Stephanie and the death of his grandmother throughout the course of our dinner. I may have interjected a couple times, but aside from that, it was his date. After finishing at this place, we walked around for dessert and then meandered to our cars. Well, I should say to his car. That's right, I walked him to his car and he kissed me awkwardly, got in, and drove away. Where the hell is chivalry? What planet is it acceptable for and a girl to walk a guy to his car and then she has to proceed to hers alone? I guess I'll never know because there was definitely not a second date. The moral of the story is: do not give your phone number to guys from the backseat of their car. Oh, and intoxication only makes it worse. I know, I know- that's breaking news. In the wrong lane for loveI'm not very fond of raisins-- then again, I'm not very fond of this guy. An absence of chivalry results in an absence of me. Since he is always on the road for Uber (this is his sole job), I found the title of this cake very suiting. Also, since it was abysmal, I found it very helpful that within the walls of it's sweetness is my dear friend, bourbon.
Alabama Lane Cake: 6 large egg yolks 1 cup milk 2 1/4 teaspoons vanilla 1 1/2 cups sugar 3 cups sifted cake flour 1 tablespoon plus 1 teaspoon baking powder 3/4 teaspoon salt 1 1/2 sticks of butter, softened Preheat oven to 350 degrees.In a mixing bowl, combine the egg yolks, 1/4 cup of the milk, and vanilla. In a separate mixing bowl, combine the dry ingredients and mix for 30 seconds on low speed. Add the softened butter and remaining milk. Mix on low speed until moist, and increase to medium speed (high for hand-held mixers) for 1 1/2 minutes. Scrape down the sides and begin adding the egg mixture gradually, in small batches, beating after each addition for 15-20 seconds. Pour the batter into two greased and floured 8” or 9” round cake pans until half full each. Bake for 30 minutes For the filling: 12 egg yolks 1 1/2 cups sugar 3/4 cup butter 1 1/2 cup raisins 1 1/2 cup chopped pecans 1 1/2 grated coconut 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract 1/2 cup bourbon Melt the butter. In a saucepan, stir together the egg yolks and the sugar until blended and then stir in the melted butter. Stir the mixture until thick enough to coat the back of a spoon. Stir in the pecans, raisins, and coconut, then the vanilla and bourbon. Allow the mixture to cool a little before filling the frosting the cake with the mixture. RESOURCE: http://journal.alabamachanin.com/2014/03/history-lane-drive-cake/
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