I baked a cake on Saturday.
I had this urge when I woke up early Saturday morning to attempt to bake a cake.
Yes, I said attempt.
I used to be a from a box cake baker, blasphemy I know, but when I was in Spain and was going to make a wedding cake, obviously I needed to make it from scratch. I found a great recipe and it worked out incredibly well.
But, sadly, that recipe never translated to the states.
So, on Saturday I decided I was going to take it slow. I was going to make sure all of my mise en place was done and that I didn’t deviate from the recipe at all.
I even purchased a flour sifter.
When I was young, a tiny human if you will, I was a straight A student. I was quiet and kind and did my work.
But, I had one issue:
I sometimes did things too fast.
Mainly, art and handwriting. I was notorious for having to redo coloring sheets and the first paper I ever typed blew my mind.
I also talked too fast (which I blame obviously on being a Reeve woman). But, the talking too fast was something that caused me to have to repeat myself a lot because when I talked to fast I couldn’t be understood. It wasn’t necessarily my fault, as a weird medical issue I had growing up hindered my speech slightly.
It was frustrating.
That constant conscious effort to remember to slow down ALL THE TIME and the terror of speaking in front of class.
Now public speaking and teaching and all that type of stuff is mostly fine (as long as it’s my idea and not an on the fly thing) but slowing down all together isn’t something I’m great at.
There are reasons why I don’t slow down. Part of it is because I’m busy. I need to go, go go and get all the things done. Like on any day of the week at about 1:15 you can find me trying to will tiny humans to sleep because I have 15 things I need to do. I am always at least thirty minutes ahead in my brain transitioning to the next thing and finding the holes.
And sometimes I don’t slow down because I don’t want to pause.
God’s been bringing me back around to things I had long thought were done the last couple weeks. I have been busy doing all the things that I do and attempting to add more to my page and the minute I pause, the thing is there, standing in front of me, reminding me that I still need to deal.
So, I put pausing on my to-do list and keep going.
If I don’t slow down it can’t catch me right?
So, Saturday I slowed down. I juiced lemons and I sifted flour. I mixed slowly and wait for cakes to cool and frosting to thaw back out. I sipped coffee and scrubbed dishes with all the windows in my house open.
I forgot what happens when you allow everything space to do what it needs to do.
My cake turned out beautifully. Tangy with lemon and bursting with blueberries. Moist and spongy and surprisingly light.
I think the next season of my life potentially might involve coming back around to things. Things that go deeper then I thought, and maybe put a mark on my life that I was unaware was still there.
When you over mix cake batter it can get dense and chewy because the gluten will form elastic gluten strands. It ruins the cake.
What happens in our life when we choose to ignore the things that keep coming back because we’ve already dealt with them? What happens when we choose to over mix all the things in our life because we just want to be done?
Slowing down and actually resting is the struggle of my life. I’m going to attempt it more and more and maybe just make the practice of baking when I need to slow down.
So, my encouragement to you is this: find what YOU need to pause. Find the thing that slows your brain and your heart and your whole self. Make that thing a part of your soul work and see what happens.
One response to “lemon blueberry cake life lessons”
Beautiful message, beautiful cake