I am pretty darn proud of myself today. I’ve only really gotten into baking in the last year and I’ve come a long way. Baking is science and I have a long love/hate history with science. Yes, making a cake taste good is an art, but you won’t get a cake in the first place unless you adhere to scientific principals of cake-making. Today, I made my first cake from a recipe that I made myself and it turned out pretty good. I rule. It needs a few minor modifications to make exactly what I am looking for but did I mention that I made the recipe for a cake on my own and it turned out pretty good? Yes, I made the recipe up. By. My. Self. (Note: For once in my life, I don’t really care if that last sentence was even remotely grammatically correct because I baked a cake from my own recipe that I made up by myself and it was good.)
Oh, sorry… back to the cake. (I rule.) I made an olive oil cake. I’ve been wanting to make one for months, but never got around to it today until I saw a facebook status update from a friend that she was in the mood to bake. I thought, “Hey, I’m in the mood to bake. I’ll bake, too.” Then I realized that I’ve never actually been in a mood to bake. I’ve always baked for a reason (a party, a holiday, a family member’s birthday, etc.) but today I had no reason. Ambition would make up the difference. It struck me that it was the perfect time to make an olive oil cake. I put my made-up recipe to the test. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but it turned out well.
I shoved a piece of cake in The Cop’s mouth as his foot crossed the threshold and before he even had a chance to say hello after arriving home from work. The look on his face said it all: it was good. Shortly after, a friend walked through the door and I shoved a piece of cake in her mouth before she could get a hello out too. She was pleased with the cake as well. Looks like I’m very close to a win with a recipe I made all by myself mind you. You know, in case you didn’t know.