Solitude and wedding cake

Since the beginning of October, I’ve had a slew of visits with friends and family and flew to California with my parents to visit my grandfather.  After returning from California, I was looking forward to be coming home to the solitude of my little house, at first anyways. I enjoyed the silence and sleeping in initially, but then it just became too quiet, and too still.  Homesickness started seeping in, and not the kind that makes me want to move closer to family, but the kind that makes me feel like I’m missing someone I’ve yet to meet.

I have three Save the Dates posted on my refrigerator right now.  I’m making the wedding cake for one of these couples for their wedding next weekend, so I’ve been spending a good bit of time in my kitchen practicing baking and decorating cakes.  Honestly, the first round of cakes was a disaster.  I thought I’d save time and triple my cake recipe, which only did the following.  First, the batter slopped over the sides of my mixer because it couldn’t accommodate that much batter.  Secondly, once the batter was poured into the pans and put into the oven, about 20 minutes into the baking time, I smelled burning chocolate. Tripling the recipe was not only too much for my mixer, it was also too much for the pans, which oozed out onto the floor of the oven.  Third, because there was too much batter for the mixer, it clearly did not evenly mix the ingredients, which caused a totally uneven and unpleasant crispy crust in the center of the cakes once they came out of the oven (and my fire alarm was disabled).  I also used the generally tried and true method of greasing and flouring the pans for the first round of cakes, which proved to be an absolute falsehood for cake baking.  When attempting to dislodge the cakes from their pans, only pieces came out willingly, the bottom halves remaining stubbornly attached.  I trashed all three of those layers, and decided to start over, this time trying a baking spray and only doubling the cake recipe.  Perfecto.  No volcanic action in the oven, an even cake consistency, and the cakes released from the pans cleanly.  Whew.

If only I would be so logical when it comes to matters of emotion.

The empty feelings inside has me grasping

at anything to keep me from sinking

deeper into this lonely pit.

Clinging so hard to shallow affirmation

Afraid to let go of the safety nets of my self-esteem,

I seek out those who’ve previously fulfilled my narcissistic need

and chase after those who don’t even notice.

These aimless circles I make

bring me no closer to where I want to be.

When will my heart find a tether

and put an end to these vain pursuits?

About miccahmarie

I got my first Diary when I was 10. I couldn't wait to write in it at night to divulge all of the details of my day onto paper with my turquoise pen. I now find that writing has become therapeutic for me. I need time to think and sort out what is going on inside and often when I'm most emotionally heightened is when I write most creatively. My years of journaling are a compilation of written out prayers as well as lamenting poems. Now as a wife and mother, my perspectives have changed, as I reflect on who I was and who God is making me to be.
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