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Gluten Free Girl
February 16, 2017
8:29 pm
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Jasperz_Meow
Hamcat
Meows: 64
Snarking Since:
November 12, 2014

I guess if you can't eat gluten you're supposed to be grateful for any cake you can get…idontknow

February 16, 2017
9:16 pm
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did the cutting in
Expert Hamcat
Meows: 244
Snarking Since:
May 27, 2014

Seriously, I would bet anything that that "chocolate-coconut" frosting is what was left over from dipping her weird-ass Valentine's strawberries.
And that there wasn't enough to fully frost that cake.
And that she doesn't know that to cover a cake with something more ganache-like, you need to pour warm ganache over an ice-cold cake, so it will set up quickly with a smooth, glossy finish.
dead

February 16, 2017
9:34 pm
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castaway
Feline Porklord
Meows: 1856
Snarking Since:
September 2, 2013

Looking at it again, I find it so hard to believe a restaurant would sell that. It doesn't even look like it would make a good bake sale offering. They simply HAVE to be being polite, there is no way they'd actually want that for their customers. 

February 16, 2017
10:05 pm
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Pontica Tottos
Cat
Meows: 17
Snarking Since:
February 2, 2017

I rarely go to Vashon (because, well, Vashon) but I'm sorely tempted to take a little day trip on  Sunday just to watch the show….eek

formerly beanwean
February 17, 2017
1:49 am
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NannyOgg
Cat
Meows: 41
Snarking Since:
March 18, 2015

beanwean meowed

I rarely go to Vashon (because, well, Vashon) but I'm sorely tempted to take a little day trip on  Sunday just to watch the show….eek

Ooooh, if you go, report back!
(I'm actually afraid to go to Vashon, since I have a toddler and I'm 7 months pregnant. That crazy place has one of the highest percentages of anti-vaxxers in the state. I don't want to get measles.)

February 17, 2017
7:16 am
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Floralbedspread
Expert Hamcat
Meows: 433
Snarking Since:
October 4, 2013

There's a photo of that cake at the bottom of the Gravy Website 

"You can now find gluten-free desserts baked by @glutenfreegirl at Gravy, like this chocolate-banana-cacao nib cake with chocolate-cocont frosting! rn@gravyvashon #vashonisland #vashon #dessert #eatlocal #glutenfree #glutenfreegirl #chocolate #chocolatecake #eatdessertfirst #gfdessert #yum #delicious #instafood

You can now find gluten-free desserts baked by @glutenfreegirl at Gravy, like this chocolate-banana-cacao nib cake with chocolate-cocont frosting! @gravyvashon #vashonisland #vashon #dessert #eatlocal #glutenfree #glutenfreegirl #chocolate #chocolatecake #eatdessertfirst #gfdessert #yum #delicious #instafood
 
Such a shame she has to try and associate herself with the restaurant because it looks like they have pretty nice food.
 
February 17, 2017
11:02 am
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Neck Fat
Feline Porklord
Meows: 2325
Snarking Since:
August 4, 2013

Ever since Danny got the job there I've had the feeling that the owners took pity on him and created for him a job. Now perhaps they're throwing work to Shauna because they feel sorry for the Aherns, or something. I'm not sure if Shauna was friends with them pre-restaurant, or she sniffed out a black-owned business on Vashon and started putting Gravy all over her social media, so now they're "friends" with the owners. Prediction: this will all end badly.

February 17, 2017
12:10 pm
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Hamilbread
Expert Hamcat
Meows: 358
Snarking Since:
December 9, 2015

Gravy really went all out to advertise the cakes on their site:

<img src="http://i67.tinypic.com/210kkld.png" alt="gravy>

February 17, 2017
12:14 pm
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snark in the city
Hamcat
Meows: 128
Snarking Since:
May 21, 2012

Neck Fat meowed

Ever since Danny got the job there I've had the feeling that the owners took pity on him and created for him a job. Now perhaps they're throwing work to Shauna because they feel sorry for the Aherns, or something. I'm not sure if Shauna was friends with them pre-restaurant, or she sniffed out a black-owned business on Vashon and started putting Gravy all over her social media, so now they're "friends" with the owners. Prediction: this will all end badly.

I concur that this will not have a good outcome. The novelty of being a bakery-baker will last for about two weeks before falling spectacularly to crap. Does anyone else recall her wedding reception? She had ambitiously undertaken the responsibility of baking her own wedding cake. It was to be a multi layered, multi-tiered extravaganza of gluten free patisserie marvel. True to form, Sauna didn't do a lick of advance prep work. Then, the day before the wedding, dear friend Sharon arrived. How could she be expected to commence baking when there were so many joyous b belly laughs to be had? They didn't even start preparing the cake until late into the night and had no time to make anything even resembling the original plan. Her guests were left with one of the saddest, lopsided messes of a cake I had ever seen. But in her mind, that was okay. They weren't there for the cake, you see. I was horrified to see a commenter on IG asking if Shauna could please bake a cake for her daughter's upcoming wedding. Clearly she has no clue of her past wedding cake baking history.

Which brings me to Gravy cake baking. Shauna the procrastinator seems to accomplish things only on her terms and when she feels like it. The responsibility of needing to have a certain number of cakes prepared on a weekly basis will wear thin quickly. She'll predictably slack off–don't the good folks at Gravy know that she has books to read and tweets to tweet and virtues to signal?–and then along will come a post about the need to slow down and how baking for pay took the joy out of it.

February 17, 2017
12:21 pm
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Hamilbread
Expert Hamcat
Meows: 358
Snarking Since:
December 9, 2015

Ugh, couldn't insert the screenshot.

Anyway, the cake pic is placed at the very bottom of the Gravy site, below "Powered by Squarespace", and there's no text with it. It looks like Gravy did its best to hide it.

February 17, 2017
12:44 pm
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a dollop of thlack-jawed
Feline Porklord
Meows: 1217
Snarking Since:
March 8, 2012

Neck Fat meowed
Ever since Danny got the job there I've had the feeling that the owners took pity on him and created for him a job. Now perhaps they're throwing work to Shauna because they feel sorry for the Aherns, or something. I'm not sure if Shauna was friends with them pre-restaurant, or she sniffed out a black-owned business on Vashon and started putting Gravy all over her social media, so now they're "friends" with the owners. Prediction: this will all end badly.

No, she wasn't friends with them pre-restaurant. On Facebook, she wrote  about "Dre Neel and Pepa Brower" being thrilled to have Dan part of their team when in in fact his name is Dre Neeley, not Neel. She seems to have known him only from instagram, where he is @dreneel.

What Danny cooking?
February 17, 2017
2:45 pm
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did the cutting in
Expert Hamcat
Meows: 244
Snarking Since:
May 27, 2014

snark in the city meowed 

… Does anyone else recall her wedding reception? She had ambitiously undertaken the responsibility of baking her own wedding cake. It was to be a multi layered, multi-tiered extravaganza of gluten free patisserie marvel. True to form, Sauna didn't do a lick of advance prep work. Then, the day before the wedding, dear friend Sharon arrived. How could she be expected to commence baking when there were so many joyous b belly laughs to be had? They didn't even start preparing the cake until late into the night and had no time to make anything even resembling the original plan. Her guests were left with one of the saddest, lopsided messes of a cake I had ever seen.

Ah yes, her wedding cake:

reader, i married him.

Nearly 10:30 at night. Sharon and I had yet to start baking the wedding cake.

I had plans, in the months before, of baking dozens of little cakes, and freezing them before the big day. But somehow, that never happened. Too many plans. The Chef and I decided, a week before, to make a three-tiered cake, and we bought the pans for it.

But standing in the kitchen, our feet dirty from running around the yard barefoot, a little drunk and more than exhausted, Sharon and I looked at each other. Three wedding cakes in one night?

Especially when the biggest pan was about two-foot wide.

We did what we always did. We laughed. And then we started to work.
I lined up cubes of softened butter, mason jars filled with brown sugar, a bottle of vanilla extract, cartons of eggs, and bags of gluten-free flours. I turned on the Kitchen Aid. I started flinging in ingredients.

Proudly, I finished the first batch of chocolate-banana cake. When I poured it into the prepared pan, I looked down in horror. The entire batch filled one minute patch of the tin pan. We looked at each other. This was going to take all night. What would we do?

We made more.

“As long as I have known you,” Sharon said, “you have always been the messiest baker.” I laughed. It’s true. I’ve never been Martha Stewart. But the gluten-free flour was really flying that night, as I whirled the Kitchen Aid again and again, trying to make one batch after another, enough to fill that gargantuan pan. Sharon remembered the scene from Woody Allen’s Sleeper, when he has to pretend to be a house robot, and makes an instant pudding so big it floods the kitchen and spreads throughout the apartment, threatening to eat people like the Blob. She made me laugh, but I worried she wasn’t far off. Who knew how a big cake pan like this would bake?

Finally, after five full batches of mashing bananas and plopping in sour cream, stirring in cocoa powder, and smoothing the batter into the sea of light-brown cake batter around it, we had filled the pan. We looked at each other and hoped for the best. We slid the pan into the oven. 

***

About forty minutes into [making the music playlist for the wedding], we ran to check the cake. Miraculously, it looked perfect. Dense and light at the same time, the top crust perfectly browned, the toothpick inserted came back clean. We whooped and hollered a bit — we had done it! And then we declared, “That’s it! No more cakes.” One giant cake would have to be enough.

It didn’t match my conception of how it should be. I didn’t care. There it was — a beautiful gluten-free wedding cake.

The Chef could decorate it in the morning.

ffs rofl

February 17, 2017
3:04 pm
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Little Broom On The Prairie
Feline Porklord
Meows: 2855
Snarking Since:
December 16, 2013

^^^ They had to crop that little girl's face out of the picture because she was crying.

Seriously, they "live in food", yet made the most f**ked up, last minute cake … for their own wedding.

Most likely, it took hours to stuff Shauna's feet in the red cowboy boots, and lace up the teal stain panel. There was no time for cake! Who cares about the food?! It's about the occasion! (Except when Shauna writes an article about a friend's baby shower, and focuses solely on how they fed her safely — it was great bowler hat food, not sl*tty vegetable type of typical baby shower food.)

http://www.epicurious.com/archive/blogs/editor/2012/06/eating-at-a-baby-shower.html



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