It’s really easy to miss the Icing on The Cake Bakery, nestled behind a Laundromat and next to a Karate place, if you’re not looking. But I promise you that stepping through the door is an unforgettable experience. As soon as you reach the glass table covered with sample cakes, the scent hits you. The scent of a million cakes being baked. Okay, so it’s not a million cakes but I have been told more than once after leaving the premises that I “smell like icing.” This is where I spent many long summer days this past July and August, stamping out fondant polka dots, covering cake boards, icing cupcakes, cutting samples and generally learning the ways of a professional cake shop. As the “managing,” “chief,” and “only” intern, my duties were very varied and provided an interesting and diverse place to work. So if you’re ever in the Washington Street area, stop in and say hi to Paula and who knows…I might be in the back room with Debbie swirling fondant together for autumn leaves.