Yesterday, I decided to be adventurous, brave, and ambitious…in the kitchen. I decided I was going to make an Exciting Cake! However, I ended up spending the majority of the day browsing Foodgawker for inspiration and a good idea. Finally I found a chocolate cake recipe and threw myself into cake-making! Unfortunately, it was just not meant to be. I burned the chocolate on my first attempt at melting it, and somehow managed to put the oven 50 degrees (celcius) higher than I meant to which resulted in a high-in-the-middle cracked, slightly too brown cake.
I’ll be honest. I almost cried. However, it was time for me to go pick up Andreas from the train station, and I didn’t have time for a meltdown so I threw on my coat and marched out the door, imagining that when I came back home, maybe the cake would be magically healed.
It wasn’t. However, when I saw him walking towards me in the train station, my heart jumped, just like it always did when I’d see him after being apart for 6 months, and my cake-woes immediately felt solvable again. On the way home, we stopped by ICA and had a fruit-(and laundry detergent)-buying-spree, and I knew we were headed in the right direction.
These strawberries, and their strawberry smell, were pure inspiration, and it was decided that when life hands you failed cakes…you make trifle. Andreas even took a break from Diablo to come help me put it all together! And while I’m on that, he is so much better at balancing video games and real life than I expected! Even though he squeaks “this game is so FUN!” at frequent intervals, he took a long trifle-making break AND even did yoga with me this morning before he started playing!
The fruit alone looked good enough to gobble up, but we were patient, and our patience was rewarded:
with trifle! Trifle so good that it made Andreas sing “Come trifle with me…come trifle, let’s trifle awaaaaay” over…and over. Trifle so good that I didn’t even mind! Not even a little bit.
So I learned not to be upset over failed cakes, and to be thankful I have a husband who a) makes me feel better when I do get upset over failed cakes, b) helps me turn them into awesome things, and c) won’t mind that I post the following picture.
Awwww, boys and trifle.
Moving into the new apartment was sort of a “fresh start” for me, and I’ve been feeling so much better! I wake up early in the mornings and do yoga in an airy, light apartment, have kicked my “addiction” to TV, and get out of the house every day (even if it’s just to walk to the train station). I’m so grateful for every new beginning (even if having so many new beginnings gets wearing after a very short while).
