For the second time this year, I moved across the city. In
one McDonald’s-fueled 18 hour day, Howard and I combined two apartments with
their own sets of pets into a large one-bedroom in Rogers Park. Unfortunately,
neither of us have much in the way of kitchen supplies (tonight we ate dinner
off of pie plates), but it’s great! Neither of us mind roughing it too much,
and we’re having a great time together.
Yesterday I made two applesauce cakes, which are dark,
moist, and sweet. Not to mention super easy to make! I purposefully picked a
cake that wouldn’t cause a breakdown to make without a mixer (since I left that
at my old apartment—will get it back soon!); a category that is quickly
dwindling, after so many weeks baking. We had to buy a few things at the
grocery store—applesauce, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, walnuts, and raisins, and
then one more return trip when we realized the milk I moved with was bad. We
enjoyed the cake after a tipsy burrito meal and then again as necessity for
breakfast. It’s really good! I don’t know why I keep thinking of church coffee
hours with these unfrosted cakes, but this would be perfect for one of those.
Easy to make Saturday night, easy to travel with, slice, and share.
Lastly, I love living in an apartment with a dishwasher. It
makes cleaning up so easy! Gosh, that is the word to use with this cake experience
(so different from my last move/bake experience, when I considered giving up
after realizing baking was actually inducing a minor meltdown). I am conscious
of and enjoy the pleasure I take from the little improvements in my baking life—a
mixer, a dishwasher, a silpat, a spatula thing shaped like a slice to serve
cake with…
What a change I feel with my baking experience! I feel so
much more confident than I did a few months ago.
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