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April 30, 2001
Jenny Made Me a Cake
So, I've been thinking a lot about some things that kind of bother me about the situstion in the bay area. There are tons of things one could complain about - the economy, housing, homelessness, intolerance, lack of parking, traffic, cost of electricity. All that s tuff does bother me, but not as much as the BIG ISSUE. The lack of good cake in the Bay Area.
For a long time this place was the center of innovation, the center of tech culture, the center of having your office decorated with fast food toys, stuffed animals, Star Wars Action Figures. This place was the center of everything - or so it thought. I discovered early on that there were some faults in the Bay Area culture. Once again, the lack of cake.
Go out to eat. Eat a fine dinner made up of complicated ingredients, and complex sauces. Salads made with rare, endangered greens. Fish pickeled for six years, a ten-year-old wine. Bread made from flour that the ancient Egyptians themselves ground with a hand-made mill.
Then desert. What more could you want forma complex meal then to end it with a slice of sublime, simple, yet tasty cake. But no. No. They bring you the desert menu and it's full of flan, tortes, puddings, cheese (which I admire), ports, etc. But no cake.
Go to a supermarket and look for a cake. They have pies, flan, tortes, seven-layer fruit salad, etc. But no cake. No cake. Well, they have sheet cakes. But sheet cakes form supermarkets suck. So, like i said, NO CAKE.
No cake.
I love cake.
I'm tired of ice cream. I'm tired of flan. I'm tired of fruit pies. I want yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I want chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. I want simple, homemade, from scratch, cake.
And when we got home on Sunday night, Jenny made me a cake. It's fricking 9 o'clock, and she heads into the kitchen to make me a cake. She just grabs some eggs, some flour, some sugar, sifts it together, puts it in a pan and bakes it.
But that's not all.
Nope.
My wife then makes a frosting from scratch. Yup. From scratch. At 9:30 on a Sunday night she makes me a cake, with frosting from scratch.
I love my wife. Wouldn't you?
Posted by tdotjay at April 30, 2001 8:33 AM
