Today was my first day home in a while. I spent the summer teaching seventh graders and it was absolutely incredible. I'm trying to make this cake into an analogy for the summer. Everything I'm coming up with is sort of ridiculous.
"This simple cake represented the simplicity of teaching..."
"This cake offers sweetness and tart without being overwhelming..."
It was actually overwhelming and insane. They did crazy things, they drove me nuts, they made me want to laugh when I should act stern, they humbled my conceited butt like no butt has been humbled before. The dessert I should relate to my summer would probably be this one:
This is the Chocolate Avalanche Cake I made with my friend a couple summers ago. This is what my summer was like. It was over-the-top, it had lots of different weird things smashed together, it was really sweet, and it sort of fell apart in the middle but turned out delicious anyways.
But this pound cake is my day-after-coming-home cake. It's beautiful and sweet but not an avalanche. It's a good "this ended" cake. It was a "use up the fat-free ricotta in the fridge" cake. It was a "get some fresh raspberries from the grocery store" cake.
It's because I'm sad. I hate this sad. My cake says "It ended and your life is not as worthwhile now as it was a couple days ago." I felt like this last summer, too, and I did today what I did before: I made up things to do. I relearned how to ride a bike and biked a lot, I remembered how to rollerblade and rollerbladed a lot, I went to a spinning class, I baked and cooked, I read. I'm sort of avoiding being sad and making up fulfilling stuff for me to do.
So, at the end of this depressing post, today's good thing of the day is feeling sad. For me, it means that even though it's gone, something good happened. I'm sad because I was so recently so incredibly happy. I just broke up with teaching and I'm using desserts and wheels to avoid it.
