The PopSugar 365 Day of Happiness Challenge Day 5s: The Bake A Cake Trap

Day 5 #1

I was elated. I could not wait. I knew exactly what kind of cake I wanted: a chocolate cake. My cookbook has a great cake recipe but I was afraid that I’d eat a huge cake all by myself in one day. Trust me. I can. I’m allergic to self control.

In an effort to prevent gluttony, I spent the prior night looking up single serving recipes. I thought that maybe I’ll make two small cakes: one for me and one for my cute neighbor. But what was I going to say? “I made 2 cakes. Do you want one?” No. That would make me look weird. I was going to be honest, by saying “Hey, I made you a cake.  By the way do you wanna go out with me?” Yes! That’s what I was going to do. I was going to be bold and ask a cute, well mannered man out. I was ready for rejection too. I was ready for him to say that he’s gay or that the hot girl I often see walking to the elevator is actually his girlfriend. None of that mattered. Just the idea of me bluntly asking a man out made me feel powerful. I’d go home and celebrate afterwards, no matter the outcome.

I found a really easy recipe for a 4 inch cake. As I read the recipe, I made mental substitutions. All purpose flour? Bad! Let’s do flaxseed meal instead. Sugar? Sad! Honey it will be. Oil? Bad hombre! We’ll replace it with banana. Nevermind that a few months ago, I bought flaxseed flour and hated it so much that I ended up giving it to a coworker. Nevermind that I read that our body processes honey just like it does sugar. Nevermind that I hate banana in baked goods. Nevermind that I’m a horrible cook and a much worse baker.

I power-walked to the store. I bought fruits to decorate my cake. I somehow convinced myself to buy a stevia/honey concoction because it was half the calories. There was no 4 inch baking dish.  I forgot to buy the banana. I got home and panicked. I needed to do this challenge tonight but I didn’t have the right stuff.

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The idea of not completing it gave me a deep sense of disappointment. I really wanted to bake this cake. So I decided to just wing it. I baked my cake in a mug. I ended up with this work of art.

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It was very moist but so bitter, that I had to drench it in my stevia honey. I didn’t like it but I ate it. Every bite I scuffed down lit a little fire in me to try again. I scratched the idea of ever baking a cake for my neighbor.

Day 5#2

The next day, I was supposed to have a sleepover. There were 2 problems with this challenge. # 1- All of my friends who qualify to sleep at my place left the city months ago. # 2- I wanted to bake a cake. This time I was wiser. I googled: ‘flaxseed chocolate mug cake’. Oh yeah it exists. I followed the recipe as much as I could with the ingredients that I had. I also remembered that I do have a ramekin type of bowl thingy somewhere in a box where I carelessly placed my kitchen items for the minimalism challenge. This time I ended up with this:

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I…loved it. I ate it all, satisfied and glad that I had successfully completed Day 5’s challenge. Now I could move on to the next challenge.

Day 5#3: It’s a Trap!

It was July 4th. I went for my morning walk by the lake. There were so many people setting up tents and grills to celebrate the day. I decided that I should do a little something too. This was a great excuse to use my Japanese bento box. This way, I wouldn’t have to throw it away a year from now due to lack of usefulness during the minimalism challenge. I went home, made breakfast and baked another cake.  This was supposed to be Day 7 but I was stuck on Day 5. This mini cake thing was taking over my life. I felt bad and decided to listen to the radio while I baked. Turns out that listening to the radio was the assignment for Day 8.  I was lost. Nevertheless, I gladly made my way to the lakeside, my impromptu picnic items jangling in my bag, eager to enjoy my third cake.

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Oh and my neighbor? We often ride the elevator together. We usually talk the entire time until we part ways to our respective destinations. I decided that next time I find myself stuck with him, in this tiny elevator, just him and his cute self and his pleasant manner, I’d finish our usual conversation with “Hey, I made you a cake but I ate it.  Can I make it up to you by taking you out on a date?”

 

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