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Vegan Cakes and Killing it as a Department Admin

 

One of my favorite bloggers, Pooja over at Life's Fine Wine had a great post today: A VERY HAPPY APRIL TO EVERYONE. One thing she mentioned was getting a vegan cake for her birthday. Years ago, one of my team members who I was the admin, mentioned that he never ate any of the cakes I'd bought for the team celebrations. His commitment to his vegan principles was that important. So, for his next birthday, I made it a point to track down a vegan cake. Seattle had some vegan options, but they were pretty....inferior. I was not going to settle! I finally found a GREAT vegan bakery, with a carrot cake that even non-vegans loved. My friend was delighted; he appreciated that we valued him enough to do this. I was quite proud of it. 

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