That’s the title of a book I bought recently, laughing at the wonderful significance of it. Don’t we all show up expecting cake, and get woefully disappointed in the process?
My 2010 resolution was to look for contentment, not think about what happened yesterday nor worry about what’s going to happen tomorrow. It hasn’t been an easy ride. Life keeps throwing images of Black Forest lusciousness at me, and my taste buds get all watery and excited and then , then, I wake up with the taste of moldy Duncan Hines mix in my mouth.
And then I start wondering. Did I really want Black Forest anyway? Wouldn’t a lighter lemon-poppy poundcake do? What about fluffy Angel Food? What is it with cake anyway? I much prefer cookies. Or puddings for that matter.
Would contentment not be about not expecting cake, but making cake out of anything, oblivious to previous incarnations of what you considered fantastic cake?
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About Me
- Isabelle Truchon
- Montreal, Canada
- Isabelle likes Veuve Cliquot, Bridget Jones, Yoga, the funky sounds of Prince (before the weird symbol name) and, of course, Nick Wicked and his offspring.
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