Make a Cake
A day does not feel complete to me unless I make something.
A collage.
A blog post.
A photograph.
Or ...
a cake!
I get the same sense of accomplishment from baking a cake that I do when I make something artistic. Making stuff (artistic or otherwise) is truly what makes me happy and gives me deep sense of satisfaction and purpose.
The recipe for this cake comes from the same book as this one. It has a silly name (Philly Fluff Cake?) but who cares ... it is divine (there is a ribbon of melted bittersweet chocolate running through the middle of the whole thing). I think I'll need to stand on the community corner during tomorrow's commute to pass out free slices. I really shouldn't be alone in the house with this cake.
Looks like Mudgeon and I will definitely be doing Pilates tomorrow.



