Sock-It-To-Me Cake

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My newspaper’s bankruptcy filing, mice in kitchen cabinets, snow and days of below-freezing temperatures, a friend’s engagement (!!!), another best friend laid off, being denied an apartment, an interview set up (!!), still not having a firm moving date… This week, you guys, was too much. (In perspective, of course, thankfully everyone is still ok, my family and friends are healthy, everyone has a home.) But still, what a roller coaster few days, on top of this months-long state of upheaval.

Growing up, I’m learning, isn’t so easy. Decisions to make, relationships that change, jobs and homes and money on the forefront.

It wasn’t like this as a teenager with light-hearted responsibilities and few life-changing decisions to make. (Back then, I wasn’t too concerned/conscious about what I ate, either.) Some of my favorite memories are weekend-long camping trips with my small Girl Scout troop. We’d set up our tents at one of Virginia’s many great parks, like Douthat and Fairy Stone, and spend hours on the lakes, sunning and paddle boating, building campfires at the campsite, discovering itty bitty frogs on hikes in the woods, having fun and eating well. Menus stuck to this route–silver turtles in the fire, good ol’ sandwiches, biscuits in the Dutch oven with sausage gravy, and one of my favorites, sock-it-to-me cake. My longtime friend Sarah, would always bring this classic jacked-up cake mix, made by her mom, Ellen, who has baked it for as long as Sarah can remember. Not worried about calories, I could nibble on slice after slice at all times of the day.

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TWD: Boca Negra

Nothing like the Norovirus to keep you on a diet of peanut butter toast, bananas and buttered noodles. This weekend’s somber gathering was overshadowed by my lovely sister and her boyfriend, and their generous sharing of the nasty stomach bug. Hopefully, it won’t ruin my taste of cheesecake, my Grandma’s wonderful lemony recipe that I’ll share with you another day. My mom made two! But with 20-some people and three days together, both disappeared.

Fortunately, my mom and I had actually made today’s super chocolatey and decadent Tuesdays with Dorie project earlier this month, over the Super Bowl weekend, when I had been in town for fun and shopping with a girlfriend. For the game, we took the Boca Negra with us to my parents’ supper club friends. It was a hit long before we left our home though.

Boca Negra
Could have used a few more minutes in the oven!

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