Valentine’s Day Survival Kit

Back in college, my roommate dated my ex-boyfriend before eventually pining for boys who like Incubus (which was a welcome relief mostly because Brandon Boyd replaced Avril Lavigne on the dorm room sound system). Anyway, since we were both single on Valentine’s, I figured I’d put together something get us through the day. 

That was seven years ago. Since then, my single friends have been the recipients of my annual Valentine’s Day Survival Kit. The original kits were Ziploc bags stuffed with cheap treats from the Philcoa Mercury Drugstore. (Which reminds me of the time when we raided Mercury for condoms and gin to make up a “Bawal Package” for the dorm’s bingo night. But that’s another story.) As my friends started to get into relationships, I pimped out the kits more and more for the last few single people. With the rate that things are going, I only have a year or two left before I’ll have no one to give kits to. So, this year, for Valentine’s, I’m passing the magic of caffeine and alcohol on to you.

Peachy Keen

So there was this one time at work when Darlene thought she’d make up for the massive amount of work she was making us do by treating us to an equally massive number of peach mango pies. Staring at the pile of warm pies on the snack desk, I turned to Joey and said, “Wouldn’t it be awesome if there was a refrigerator cake that had peach mango pies instead of boring old fruit cocktail.” And then we stared at the window dreamily – she, to look for errant helicopters, and I,  to picture a pie in the sky that was a cake. This is the recipe for that cake.