January 12

Have your cake AND…

It was absolute mayhem in front of the leafy greens at HEB the first week of the New Year.

I could not find a bag of arugula through the apparent crowd of kale-loving shoppers where there were only a few smiling faces. I assumed many were a few days into a sugar and carb detox and their disgruntled attitude couldn’t be helped.

Everyone knows happy faces are found in the ice cream aisle where I’ve discovered HALO at only 280 calories a pint. That still didn’t stop me from whipping up my aunt Maureen’s Chocolate Wacky Cake last week when my emotions convinced me cocoa was better than Jesus.

It’s the super-moist recipe that doesn’t need eggs.

Kitchen enthusiasts know that before we decide on what to make, we first have to know what we have. From there, it’s pretty easy to recognize what we need, beginning the mental inventory of the baking cabinet and pantry.

Butter.

Sugar.

Flour.

Cocoa powder. (I use the Hershey’s Special Dark because it’s healthier)

Baking soda.

Salt.

Vinegar.

In taking stock of the kitchen inventory, I also begin taking stock of my personal inventory, qualities I have, ones I don’t. I race around the efficiency triangle of my life, looking frantically for any evidence of fruit as if I were trying to bake a fruitcake worth eating.

The special ingredients seen in the lives of believers who are sincerely seeking to model the behavior of Jesus are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

How does my love look today?

How am I exhibiting faithfulness?

How am I walking in peace?

Let’s skip over self-control and talk more about kindness. I bought delicious Kind bars for my open house. Does that count?

I was going to take the cake but ran out of time after church last Sunday to pick it up. My mom likes to say, “She just wants to have her cake and eat it too.”

Does anyone know what the heck that means? Why wouldn’t you want to have your cake and eat it too? If I have cake, I’m going to want to eat it.

I made the carrot cake my brother wanted for Christmas but didn’t bestow it on him until after I presented a graphite colored cross I made with used car parts donated by Michael at AutoZone and a couple of the guys over at Express Lube.

Michael said the little copper piece was actually called a Jesus clamp.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yep, ’cause when the guys go to put it in, the thing flies across the room and they yell, “Jesus!” ”

My brother only yelled, “I wanted carrot cake, Yo!” when he opened my gift.

Then I gave him the old-fashioned Christmas satchel that held a package of nails that really only contained my aqua colored pinky toenail.

The same toenail I’ve been toting around in my gifted Michael Kors bag since Easter. That’s when he pushed me into metal edging as we were going for the same egg and my nail got yanked off.

When he saw the toenail he really did yell.

“OMG! That’s so $#%^&* gross!”

Then he handed to his wife Dinah and said, “Here honey, put that where I put my things to keep forever.” I hope it goes on the Gross Shelf Shrine next to the embalmed lizard. He’s wacky like that.

Anyway, for the finale, I brought him out the Southern Living Ultimate Carrot Cake with a buttermilk glaze and Supreme Cream Cheese frosting.

He wanted the cake and took it home to eat it too.

What do we have and what do we need, and what can we make with what we’ve got?

We can only make the best of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted January 12, 2018 by tinamolliefisher@gmail.com in category "Uncategorized

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