Saturday night, it was imperative to me that I bake a cake. I was driven—possessed by my desire to prove my baking prowess, tame my inner sweet tooth. I would not be preparing this cake from a box. The time of reckoning had arrived.
I found a recipe from one of my healthy cookbooks—a banana-blueberry cake with crumbly oatmeal topping. My goodness, if that doesn’t cry out and dare you to bake than NOTHING will! Step one was completed. My homemade, non boxed cake now had a name.
As I recall, the hour had grown late. Miles, fussy in his hunger, required dinner before my ingredients-run to the grocery store. We dined noisily on our lasagna, purring our contentment. The joy invested in our meal depleted our energy bank, and we lay on the couch, watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
When finally we departed, the temperature had dropped markedly, the cold rain drizzled. We stayed the course. The omen was lost on us. The cake must be made, it must be made that night.
We went to the nearest grocery store. Unfortunately, that store had not regrouped from its Thanksgiving pie-maker’s rush, and they were out of brown sugar. No. Brown. Sugar. Even more importantly, no brown sugar alternatives!
I was ready to abandon my mission. I had failed. I was a sorry excuse for a non-boxed cake baker. Dejected, we checked out with our incomplete list, trudging outside…outside into the rain, into the cold. It was no better than I deserved.
I hung my head low, choking back the tears. I forced visions of fuzzy kittens to chase away my cake ineptitude. Looking up, I discover that Miles has driven us to another grocery store. He would not allow me to fail, he would see that this cake was prepared.
Success! We found our ingredients! Yaaaaay ingredients! What is a cake without ingredients?—Air! Now air, while having its advantages, isn’t quite the nirvana that is a fine, non-boxed cake.
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Baking is fun! Banana cake batter is tasty! Blueberries make banana batter purple! I now have an affinity for eating all things purple!
Seriously though, it turned out better than I imagined, and definitely better than Miles had imagined. I called him over to taste a portion, and he arrived with that adorably irritating clothespin clamped over his nose. I will make banana-blueberry cake all the time! I will make it and make it until we’re sick of eating it! I will make it as long as there are bananas and blueberries to be found!
I have found my gift!—my calling! I am a blueberry-banana cake baker! I shall go forth, spreading the banana-blueberriness unto all the world!