The first Friday of every month in is called Art Walk. Stores and art galleries stay open until 10 p.m. and a map of participating stores is provided so you can wander throughout the downtown area to view interesting art. This is a fun way to spend an evening without spending a lot of money. Of course it helps when the weather cooperates and you can stroll down the sidewalk rather than fight a brutally cold wind as you hustle along.
This past fall we began visiting the bakery, Amy Cakes, because they were reported to have the best cinnamon rolls. (Read here to learn the saga of cinnamon rolls.) But we discovered another taste sensation that is now required every month. It is called an Elvis cake. Let me describe the taste sensations in this treat. The cake is banana with a peanut butter ganache inside and peanut butter icing on top. Can you say YUM?
Plus they also bake monster cookies, which my husband loves. (A monster cookie has peanut butter, oatmeal, chocolate chips, and M & Ms in it and the diameter is at least six inches.)
So our usual order is two Elvis cupcakes, two cinnamon rolls, and one monster cookie.
We have to take advantage of this one night because this bakery only does custom orders during regular hours. These treats are only available on this one evening a month. Of course you can order the treats, but you have to get an entire cake or pan of cinnamon rolls. We only need a little tasty treat, we may want more, but I can’t afford the calories.
So every First Friday we make a trip to Amy Cakes to get our treat of the month. In October we went in drooling with the thought of the Elvis cake. As my eyes scanned the display case, I became concerned because there were no Elvis cakes! The lady behind the counter explained that none were made because the day had been so rainy and cold they didn’t think many would come out for the Art Walk. My face fell in disappointment, but we made do with other choices that night. Ever since then, the staff looks for us. They don’t know our name, but they know our order.
Yesterday was the first Friday of the month. You can guess where we were last night. So here is where I ponder the question, are we in a rut? Or has this routine developed into a tradition? Whatever the case, it’s a taste we look forward to every month.