When it comes to baking, everyone has a different way of going about it. Some people follow a recipe exactly while others take a recipe and make it their own. As long as the end result turns out incredibly scrumptious, what does it really matter? Experimenting and finding new ingredients and ways of baking is all part of people having their own tastes and creativity. Plus, it is the way that new recipes are put into publication. There’s one thing that is, in my opinion, incredibly hard to mess up – a chocolate cake recipe. There isn’t a chocolate cake recipe in existence that hasn’t turned into something that I’ve thought to be terrible. Sure, some of them could use some improvement, but chocolate is my weakness. As long as it turns out fluffy and moist, I’m in heaven.
No matter what cookbook you read through, you will find a chocolate cake recipe, or several, that will tempt you beyond belief. There will be different toppings, ingredients or icings that will be suggested. You can pick the chocolate cake recipe that fits the amount of work that you are comfortable with making.
My grandmother used to make the best cakes. Every year, for my birthday, she would make me a chocolate cake with peanut butter icing. In my opinion, there is nothing better. She never shared her recipe with anyone, she simply enjoyed all of us drooling over it and praising her skills. Her birthday cakes were the main reason I looked forward to my birthdays. In her final year of life, she was rather sick. My birthday was a week away and she called me to tell me that she was incredibly sorry but she wouldn’t be able to bake my cake. She didn’t feel that she had the strength or energy. But, she wanted to pass along her secret chocolate cake recipe that we all longed to have. Within a day, it was in my hands. I read over it, noticing that the last ingredient listed was “love”. My eyes welled up and I decided that I would be baking my own birthday cake that year. I did exactly that, following her chocolate cake recipe to the exact details. On the night of my birthday, I took my grandmother a piece of cake. She ate it very slowly, telling me how wonderful it was. I saw the look of happiness in her eyes.
No matter how many chocolate cake recipes you will come across in your lifetime, you will always have one that you’re attached to. Perhaps it simply tastes the best, or maybe it has sentimental meaning.
Sometimes I feel like I am the last person on earth with an ice cube tray in my freezer. This isn’t true, of course, but it seems like I am the only one in my family that has one or two of them. Everyone else has those fancy refrigerators that gives you ice when you press a button. I can’t really complain, because I don’t own a home yet, so the choices of appliances in my apartment are not mine.
Have you ever stopped to consider the defining moments of your life? The events that have happened that have helped you to become the person you are? You do not have to be in therapy or counseling to look at these things. Self reflection is good for the mind and the soul. I was reminded of this recently due to my daughter.
When my girlfriend first proposed that we take swing dance lessons together, I was not thrilled by the idea. I have never been a dancer. My mom made me take ballroom dancing lessons when I was little, and I hated it. It was one of the most humiliating moments of my life. I really felt like I had two left feet. Nonetheless, we had an arrangement. she would go to rock shows with me, if I would do something for her. I owed her, so I consented to the swing dancing lessons.