i made a cake

strawberry chocolate whipped cream cake

this is a cake i made-it looks unintentionally dramatic because I took a picture on my kitchen counters which are this weird black fake-slate thing.

Really, it’s box cake that I layered with strawberries and whipped cream and made a pretty sunburst on and carved a heart into the one in the middle because my sweet friend/friend’s boyfriend had a birthday, so I made him a cake.

Also, the magic of our lives intersecting goes like this:

When I was a teenager, for the summers in high school I did trailwork, and I would see him every summer through the program I did it through. He’s about three years younger than me. We were never good good friends, but he was a sweet guy.

When I moved back to Seattle after college, I dated someone for awhile whose bff/housemate was dating this boy. I met him in their kitchen; and we had been telling each other our life stories for in ten (maybe fifteen?) minutes to each other for several years, so I told him about the last seven years of my life in three minutes, and vice versa.

Now person I was dating lives far away and the time that we were dating was long ago and far away, but bff and boyfriend are still part of my life.

Recently we figured out that his sister was a reasonably good friend of mine in college. I was in a married-type relationship, and she was (is-they have several cats) and so we would hang out and have married-people time. Our lives have intersected in several ways; I do not know the intricacies of his heart. Nonetheless I love him. So I made him a pretty cake-type-thing and smoked hookah at his house for the first time ever. (pomegrante tobacco what?)

This blog is become increasingly less about food. But in so many ways this is the short story of my life that it’s about food but really it’s about love, or dancing, or talking out this hard thing, or sex, or mystery, or delight or wonder or beauty.