Above you see my attempt at baking a chocolate cake this morning, for a family birthday. An example of plans gone awry. I asked Jan, at Jan’s Sushi Bar, for a recipe. It was impeccable, as is all the food she writes about. Well worth a read. Also pay attention if she says anything about cake layers “doming.”
As should be clear, I do not know how to bake. I haven’t made a layer cake since the Duncan Hines days of late grammar school. My sister and I also agree that High WASPs don’t bake much. I’m not sure whether it’s difficulty in doing something on purpose that can make you fat, or the risk of looking like such a dope when one fails.
But now I have a bee in my bonnet and will most like persist in mastering the skill. As a first step, I asked Twitter for help. Many kind folk offered moral support and suggestions. In the end, I relied on the fix suggested by Mary McKenna, who usually exercises her considerable brain power on writing about epidemics here, and for Wired Magazine, here. Again, well worth a read.
The cake is better now, no? Still slightly psychotic, but with strawberry teeth comes impunity. Clearly, as the Queen of Cashmere explained, baking requires Mary’s sort of scientific thought process.
Privilege is, purportedly, about luxury. It’s a luxury to have time to learn something new. It is a luxury to have helpful friends, and a family sure to find this funny. Many failures improve with laughter, and I can hear my sister, now, in my imagination. Have a wonderful weekend everyone.