The Sponge Cake or "Why I died at the hands of my co-workers on April Fools Day"

SEE UPDATES AT THE BOTTOM FOR HOW THIS WORKED OUT!

Yes, I'm a perpetual wise-ass and I enjoy having fun. I like April Fools Day as much as any guy, but I don't usually go for something that'll get the entire office. Then I saw an article that inspired me.

Our intern, who we affectionately call Opie, is 22 and has a 22 year old metabolism. He thinks we should have cake once a day, not once a month for birthdays as we do now. When I saw the April Fools Day cake idea I loved it, and my initial thoughts were to get just him. Well why get him when you can get the entire office?

I went shopping Sunday night and purchased the necessary parts. It was difficult not to talk about this at work, and as soon as dinner was over Monday night I set about my evil plans.


I'd purchased 4 two packs of sponges, three cans of frosting, and one bottle of sprinkles. We're going to make my friendly co-workers "A SPONGE CAKE."

Pink (who doesn't love cherry or strawberry cake?), then yellow, and pink again layers sounds nice. Let's start with the first one.


Let the frosting begin!

...and here's how it came out:


Great now let's add the other two layers and frost between them accordingly:


Okay let's frost the top:


Now the sides:


Two sides done:


Almost done. Need to touch up a bit:


...and the finished product:


I hope my co-workers enjoy this on Tuesday. For those like myself who are diet conscious, if you remove the frosting it's very low in calories and high in fiber. ;)

I'll post some results if I can capture any without getting caught.

UPDATE!

So I went into work this morning, and not a soul was around. Considering I go in for 7:30 AM and most everyone else gets there at 9:00 AM this isn't a huge shock. I took the sponge cake straight to the break room and cleared a spot for it.


Hmmm.... Let's make it more inviting.


Yup. There we go. Plates, forks, and a serrated knife to cut it.

I disappear and do some work 'til about 9:00 when Jim gets in. "The cake's in place. Don't get coffee yet. Opie should be here soon."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, in strolls Opie. "Hey Jim. Let's get some coffee, and hey Opie there's a giant cake in the break room. Looks pretty good." He responded with enthusiasm and followed us to the break room.

We get in there and he sees the cake. Oh yes, he must have a piece. Jim and I are both trying not to laugh. Others are also in the break room, although no one but Jim and I are in on the joke. Opie starts to cut into the cake. "It's a little hard to cut."

I start to crack and have to leave the room. Jim tells him it was probably left out overnight, and it should be fine in the middle. I return to see that more people have gathered, and hard as it is to cut, Opie is undeterred because afterall - it's cake!

Finally he gets a corner piece out, and it's tasting time. "I can't even get a fork into it." So he scoops up a piece and...


"It tastes like sponge."

"Yes Opie, it's a sponge cake!"

Those in attendance then roared with laughter including Opie. He wasn't done though.


Yes, he carried it back to his desk. Why? "The frosting's pretty good!"


What can I say? The boy loves his cake.

Thank you Opie. You continue to remain in good spirits through an onslaught of abuse from Dan, Jim, and I, and I personally thank you for it.