So I made a cake. Chocolate. Because if I'm going to stress eat, I'm going to do it right. And vanilla bean buttercream. I think I mentioned that a friend of mine, the sister of a very good friend of mine, brought me some vanilla beans from Zanzabar. These made me incredibly happy and I was saving them for when I really needed them. This seemed like the perfect occasion for using one: they are delicious and, see above, I figured I'd eat something good if I was going to stress eat; also they make me happy and I needed that.
It's not the prettiest cake, but it was darn good. Seriously, it was delicious. Moist, rich chocolate cake with creamy, sweet, strongly vanilla-y buttercream. What's not to like? Of course because we were stressed, my mom and I polished off the cake in 2 days. It didn't really help us feel better, but then again I did end up with Distinctions on two of those term papers, so maybe it helped with something...
I miss Midnight (my cat), which is why I held onto this post...I wasn't sure I wanted to share that much. But I did promise I'd try to start sharing a bit more about me. The take away from this post is, I hope, that no matter how sad something is, chocolate cake can help even if it's only a tiny bit.
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