I like cake. Or at the very least, I like the idea of an untouched red velvet perched under a glass dome in the middle of my kitchen island.
There’s something perfect about a cake on a crystal pedestal.
Something magical and lovely happens when kids spy it for the first time … their eyes swelling with anticipation and joy. Adults too—our eyes get big and round and full of hope when we see mounds of fluffy frosting … although our reaction might be more of a flashback to a childhood memory like our grandmother’s coconut cream cake, or our mother’s seven-layer German chocolate.
We have very few traditions in my family, but when my children were young, every year on the first day of school I always baked a cake. It would be the first thing they saw when they came in through the kitchen door and dropped their backpacks on the floor. And even though they knew it would be there, their initial reaction was a Kodak moment. I carry those memories with me as reminders that even though they’re grown, they still love coming home to a place where their mother still bakes them cake …
Everyone likes cake. It can make any given Tuesday seem like a special day. It can make any moment worthy of celebration. And it makes the house smell good too …
So, if you’ve got nothing else to do today, go bake a cake. No time? Buy one, just be sure you pull out that glass pedestal (you know, the one you got for a wedding present but never use) and showcase that cake … maybe light a candle somewhere that smells like butter cream frosting and no one will be the wiser … but they will be happier. Hey, Betty Crocker knew what she was doing. Cheers!
Today’s post inspired by the WordPress daily prompt: What’s a simple pleasure in life that brings you joy? Cover image is, clearly, a red velvet cake that I bought and put on my own pedestal : )
Speaking of cake, here are two of my favorite recipes from my other blog, The Flexitarian Rx. A vegan German chocolate cake that will make you want to eat the frosting with a spoon, and a plant-based Boston cream pie that isn’t actually a pie—or a donut.
DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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