Since Kel’s review of Eat Cake a few months back I did two things: read the sweet little book and bake and share more cake. Accepting homemade cake when offered may be the mark of a good guest, or maybe a hungry one, or perhaps good character. Even better is in the willingness to bake, to bake for them two, when you’d maybe rather not bake at all.
Need to borrow an egg? This couple puts our 10,000 every Easter. Have at least three? Then hurry and make one of my most favorite and versatile, and fully foolproof simple cakes (it was dreamy filled with lemon curd and topped with berries).
Don’t bake? Make. A jet powered bike, a mini spaceship or an air powered car from Legos.
And now emoji characters for the introverted characters in your life: introjis!
This week’s First Draft Poem by Lara is not about cake, but character sprung from the NYT article.
Pause on the rise
and know it’s temporary,
and feel the sun at your back,
the wind drying eyeballs or tears or both.
I worried who would return
if I went away—went a(nother) way—
but I walked the road still,
even with the honking, waving,
I have learned that I am not a rider.
Walk until the next sign,
walk until that burning bush a mile on…
Things you miss travelling by foot:
– drive-thru windows
– air conditioning
– seat belts
Convenience and comfort.
You can’t sleep though the night while
gaining ground unless you’re
The rise is nice, and you could stay
longer than a day, longer even
but the cure is in the trenches,
in the up and down,
in walking the darkness
until what is right
lights you up
and home is everywhere.
Have you had a particularly good cake lately?