So today is the first Saturday of the month. Which means that the Brooklyn Museum is going to be doing its “First Saturday” event tonight; the museum will be free all night, and they’ll have lots of special events planned. This is also something that I was challenging myself to attend each month this year.
I am going to throw in the towel on this challenge for February and blow it off.
Hear me out though. I’ve had something of eventful couple days; my heat failed on me right when the polar vortex was chilling everything down, I’ve had a couple of interesting developments at the old job (upshot: I’m staying on an extra month for….reasons), and I had kinda-sorta-maybe a super promising job lead. So for three days I’ve been pingponging between confirming details about one job before dressing up to meet someone about another job and then coming home to let in the super before running back out to notarize something and picking up insulating stuff on the way home, stopping at a place to print my resume, and…yeah.
So this morning, when I had the urge to take my first cup of coffee back to bed, I gave in and did so. And stayed there. I did not get out of bed until about 1 pm and I am still in pajamas three hours later. Clearly, leaving the house and being social is not something I want to do today.
….I am going to leave the house briefly, though, because I’m going to do something else instead. Sometime yesterday, as I was in between everything, I had the sudden thought that “….I really want cake.”
More specifically, I wanted to bake a cake. Not a super-fancy elaborate thing with lots of frosting and filligreed decorations or anything, just….an unfussy, plain cake, something that would last in the house about a week and people could cut slices off casually as the need or craving arose. Something that can live inside this.
I’ve never had a proper cake tin in my life. I’ve also never really needed one; but I spoiled myself a little in November, since I was baking a ton for a friend’s Friendsgiving dinner, and went out in search of Things To Easily Carry Cakes In (When You Only Have A Lyft). The shop I went to had a major sale on proper cake tins, though, and while I would have told you I was getting this “because the handle is practical”, I really got it because it looks so….homey, like it’s the kind of thing that belongs to someone who bakes a whole cake every week just because it’s nice to have cake hanging about the house.
And – well, who says I can’t be that person? I’ve already been starting to think in terms of simple weekly cooking plans, partly for economy and partly for simplicity; make like a single quiche and a couple of soups to last me all week, and each dinner is just mixing and matching a slice of the quiche and a soup, or a soup and some green salad and bread, or the quiche and a salad….yadda yadda. For dessert, I was thinking I’d just make do with cookies or some fruit or something. But…cake would also work too.
So – instead of the Brooklyn Museum, this evening is going to be all about baking something simple and chocolatey and homey and cutting myself off a slice and tucking the rest of it into this and then having that waiting for me as a reward over the course of the rest of this week, and I think I kind of need that.