Last week started off poorly. Nothing particularly awful, but nothing quite right either. When my cell phone deleted all my contacts, I began to think some cake would be nice.
Times like this I always remember a Kim Severson tweet from nearly 2 years ago: “Great advice from a 77-year-old Alabama cook: When you're feeling down just get in the kitchen and bake someone a cake.”
I follow this advice now and again, though the someone in question often (okay, usually) ends up being me.
But I do share!
Wednesday afternoon the mailman came. He brought a package.
Do you remember the end of my last post, where I wrote about the Maira Kalman t-shirt, ‘I like pie and that’s no lie’? I mentioned that there should be a companion shirt, ‘I like cake make no mistake’.
This is what I found inside my package:
Funny, you’d think the sun would shine for a shirt this greatNo note, but I had a pretty good idea who it was from. Suddenly things seemed just fine.
So I got some butter out to soften.
The next day the butter was still softening. It would be 3 days before I actually baked the cake. But finally I did bake the cake, make no mistake.
My phone (which has since apologized and allowed me to recover my contacts) also somehow lost the photo I took. But you can imagine it. When I just want a piece of cake, I like a plain yellow two layer with chocolate frosting. And maybe a glass of milk. And a husband, kid, or friend to share it with.