Oof. It's been one of those weeks. Nothing bad happened, in fact good things happened, but that didn't prevent me from feeling a little down. This happens sometimes, a little more often now that I live alone. It mainly happens when I start comparing myself to other people, which is never really a good thing for me to do. I'm just a little different, and I always have been.
Flowers from the market.
So I turn to baking, which is the one area of my life that I am really confident in. I don't often fail in the kitchen, and if that's me bragging, I think I'm allowed that much at this point. It's funny that I feel like it's my sole contribution to society. I remember in third grade making friends by sharing my fruit snacks in class. It was the only way I could get the semi-popular kids to like me. I still try to make friends using my mad skills in the kitchen, but it's a bit trickier than that now.
This week I decided to get back to my baking roots by baking a cake. Cakes are what got me into baking in the first place. I chose to make a tres leches cake because I love the sweet sogginess of it, and I had never tried making one before. I found a recipe that looked pretty simple and forged ahead with my plan.
But with cake, I needed people to serve it to. I cannot consume an entire cake by myself, though I have been tempted in the past. So I asked my family if we could do a family dinner this weekend, and it didn't take much convincing. We decided to go with the Latin theme since I was making tres leches cake. My sister-in-law made a yummy tortilla casserole with random stuff like beans, zucchini, and cheese. My mom made her signature guacamole, my dad made mojitos, and my sister brought salad. It wasn't a big thing, but it was still nice.