This summer I’ve been making angel food cakes. I have an inspirational new pan and it’s an easy and “light” dessert served with fresh berries and fruit, of which I have many. Banjo Man and I have enjoyed having it around to snack on.

And yes, I use a cake mix. I’ve tried Betty Crocker and Duncan Hines, but only this one creates a not- overly sweet, gloriously high cake (hence the title of the blog).

Unfortunately it is very hard to find. At Yokes, one of the markets in town, it is almost always sold out. I’ve only bought three boxes there all summer. That spot on the shelf? Empty. Before I knew how scarce these Food Club boxes would be, the one time there were actually five of them on the shelf, I left two boxes behind for someone else.

No longer.

No more Mrs. Nice Angel-Food-Cake-Mix Guy.

Food Club products are not sold online, the typically easy go-to for everything in the world. Nope, only in stores. One of those stores is between the lake and Missoula, so the first stop on our road trip home was to be the baking aisle of Harvest Foods in Thompson Falls.

But…on a rainy Tuesday afternoon I needed to go to town to buy a different brand of iron pills. Doctor’s orders from that morning’s phone call. I won’t bore you with medical stuff, but let me just say anemia is no fun.

An opportunity to try the other grocery store in town that carried Food Club brands? Of course. My expectations were low, my mood a bit dreary, my energy failing, but there in the Super 1 baking aisle–bottom shelf, far left corner, almost out of sight–sat a box of Food Club Angel Food Cake Mix.

Was I going to share? Not this time! I got down on my old knees–not easy– and hauled nine boxes of cake mix from that corner. There were ten boxes, but I would have had to have stretched out flat on my stomach on the floor in order to reach it.

And even I had my limits. Nine boxes would do. Nine boxes will go back East for the winter. The weather forecast for our New England winter is warmer, wetter and wilder. But I have a dozen jars of canned peaches and nine boxes of cake mix, so we will survive.

And next summer I’ll start the Food Club hunt all over again.