Something Sweet and Luscious

One of the stories my mom told me about my younger self was that I never liked sweet things when I was a baby. It doesn't end there. She went on to say that I totally loved taking bitter things and I wonder why😅. Why would a 2 year old baby reject a cup of fruit juice and ask to be given the bitter kola that her parents were eating? I've heard things like "you were an old soul in a new body" or "you were just so young and couldn't differentiate bitter from sweet". I digress

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With that, I'd like to establish the fact that I'm not so much of a sweet tooth. There has been a change though, because if I'm offered fruit juice and kola nuts right now, I'd definitely go with the fruit juice.

The first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt "something sweet" was this three layered cake that I love so much. Each layer has a different flavour (vanilla, strawberry and chocolate). The love began when I was about seven years old. The first time I came in contact with this cake, it was given as a bribe by my dad. He always used the cake to pacify us after giving us a good ass whooping.

I grew to love cakes because of their sweet taste and how savoury it feels in the mouth. With love comes drive. The love I have for cakes drove me to learn how to bake cakes but need I tell you that my first cake was a total disaster:⁠-⁠).

After watching about two or three YouTube tutorial videos on how to make a cake, I told everyone at home that I've got it covered. They offered to help but I told them that chef Wongi works solo.

I started mixing all the ingredients and from what I saw, my cake batter looked really good. I put it in a pan and put it in the oven. After some time, the cake was ready. Prior to this time, the vanilla flavour that I had put in my cake batter filled the air and I was so eager to devour my cake.

I pulled it out of the oven and the cake didn't want to leave the pan (first sign of a bad cake). After trying so hard to get the cake out of the pan, I cut a slice out to taste. At this point, I didn't know if I was eating a slice of cake or bread. It had a hard exterior and the interior was chewy.

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The truth is that I didn't even measure my ingredients. I was adding ingredients as the spirit led. I had mixed too much flour making the cake have a hard exterior. The sugar I put in was too much. I didn't use baking powder. A lot of things were wrong with the cake.

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As expected, nobody wanted to taste my cake because of its repelling exteriors. My minimalist nature didn't allow me to discard the cake either. I can't exactly remember if I had a stomach ache after three days of consuming "cake" but what I do remember is that I ate every piece of that cake alone. It was really heartbreaking.

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That didn't stop me though. I kept experimenting but with proper help this time around. Now, I can comfortably make my favourite piece of desert. I haven't reached perfection yet, but at least, there has been significant progress.

How Often do I Eat Cakes?

I take cakes at any slight chance I get😅. You give me a piece of cake and you're on the path to securing a special spot in my heart. The last time I tried rejecting a foil plate of vanilla flavoured cake offered by a friend in a means to pacify me, my conscience didn't let me. I ended up eating the cake though I was still pissed at my friend.😅

Cakes(chocolate cakes especially) are my go-to dessert and it has been this way for years. I don't see it changing any time soon.

This is my attempt at "something sweet" in response to @mypathtofire's ecency discord weekly posting topic. More information can be found here.

Thank you for reading

With love, Wongi ✨