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Thursday, May 29, 2008
A Nailbiter...
8:58 PM | 
Posted by
Christine
So I made cheesecakes this past weekend. I was delighted with how they came out, and froze one immediately to go to K in Washington. I was determined to make sure it got there completely unscathed...I would do whatever I had to do to make it work.
After wrapping it in parchment paper, then adding a layer of plastic wrap and freezing it, I placed the springform pan gently back around it. I then placed it in a styrofoam cooler and popped over to Meijer for a pound of dry ice. I tucked everything in big, puffy packing material, and rushed over to the post office on my lunch yesterday.
The cooler was taped securely, with just a small space to allow the carbon dioxide to escape (dry ice will make the whole thing explode if you don't let it out). I paid eleventy million dollars to ship it overnight, to arrive today at K's office by noon.
And then the unthinkable happened. There was apparently no one in the mail room when the mailman arrived. He left a note telling them there was a package...and will attempt delivery again another day.
Right now, my cheesecake is sitting in the post office in Tacoma, and I have no idea what condition it is in. It may or may not still be frozen. It may or may not be melting into a puddle of cheesy custard in the cooler. It may or may not be completely ruined.
I worked so hard on this whole project, I could just cry. He has been working so hard on the MBA/CFA projects lately that I know he could scream...and I honestly believe that a little bit of homemade cheesecake, baked with a bit of Christine-y goodness, has the potential to make everything just a little bit easier. Call me naive, I don't care. It's my way of taking care of the people that mean a lot to me.
I hope they try to deliver it again tomorrow, and I pray that there is someone there to sign for it when they arrive. I then can only hold my breath and wonder if it will still be in one piece...and edible. If it doesn't arrive tomorrow, it has no chance of survival. None.
Say a little prayer to the postal gods tonight, if you would.
Please.
After wrapping it in parchment paper, then adding a layer of plastic wrap and freezing it, I placed the springform pan gently back around it. I then placed it in a styrofoam cooler and popped over to Meijer for a pound of dry ice. I tucked everything in big, puffy packing material, and rushed over to the post office on my lunch yesterday.
The cooler was taped securely, with just a small space to allow the carbon dioxide to escape (dry ice will make the whole thing explode if you don't let it out). I paid eleventy million dollars to ship it overnight, to arrive today at K's office by noon.
And then the unthinkable happened. There was apparently no one in the mail room when the mailman arrived. He left a note telling them there was a package...and will attempt delivery again another day.
Right now, my cheesecake is sitting in the post office in Tacoma, and I have no idea what condition it is in. It may or may not still be frozen. It may or may not be melting into a puddle of cheesy custard in the cooler. It may or may not be completely ruined.
I worked so hard on this whole project, I could just cry. He has been working so hard on the MBA/CFA projects lately that I know he could scream...and I honestly believe that a little bit of homemade cheesecake, baked with a bit of Christine-y goodness, has the potential to make everything just a little bit easier. Call me naive, I don't care. It's my way of taking care of the people that mean a lot to me.
I hope they try to deliver it again tomorrow, and I pray that there is someone there to sign for it when they arrive. I then can only hold my breath and wonder if it will still be in one piece...and edible. If it doesn't arrive tomorrow, it has no chance of survival. None.
Say a little prayer to the postal gods tonight, if you would.
Please.
3 comments:
It was DOA.
Damn
This sucks.
I'm sure it brightened your friends day just to get a package from you. I know it always brightens mine!