Today was a stay at home day. A do nothing day. Sit around in your pjs and veg out day. It was wonderful, boring, relaxing, boring, and restorative. You may notice I put “boring” into the last sentence more than once, and well, it was because I was pretty bored.
When I’m bored, I am unpleasant to be around. Usually it begins with me sitting quietly by myself on the couch or in my desk chair staring into space. I start to yawn. Sometimes I lean my head back, stare at the ceiling and sigh. Then I sigh louder. Sometimes I put my head in my hands or directly on my desk. I sigh some more. After a few minutes of this, I start to frown for no reason. My forehead creases, my brows come down and my lips purse. I look angry, like really angry. Worst thing you can do is ask me what’s wrong. That just gives the bored anger some direction. I will snap at you, complain about being hot or cold or uncomfortable, whine a whole bunch, carry on and at last proclaim, “I’m SO BORED!!” Basically, I turn into a four year old. My voice see-saws from high pitched to normal and back again, I grit my teeth, ball my fists and pick fights. I do not handle boredom well, and unfortunately, by this point, no activity sounds good. I am fully entrenched in my angry, bored state, and I will defend it with weapons blazing. A four year old with a twenty four year old’s tongue. I will lash out, turn down, and insult any suggestion you may make. It’s pretty terrible. Poor Bryan. He had me to deal with today.
Eventually, I get annoyed with myself and decide to take on some task or project that doesn’t involve getting out of my pjs or leaving the house.
Today’s project was to bake a cake. Lately, my forays into the world of baking have been interesting at best. Since most of my stuff is still packed up in boxes out in the garage, it has been difficult to cook anything but the simplest of recipes. Since I don’t have money for non-essential groceries, I have had to make do with whatever’s in the kitchen. The last time I baked, I made “Chocolate Chip” cookies with no chocolate chips, white sugar, or eggs. I had no idea where my measuring cups, mixer, spatula, or wooden spoons were. Luckily, Bryan’s dad brought us a ton of Godiva Orange Chocolate bars that I beat into submission (hit them with a pan really hard to break them into pieces–cathartic if not successful), and I had some raw sugar from my coffee stash. Instead of eggs, I mixed some ground up flax seeds with warm water to create a gooey paste. I eyeballed my measurements, added water when I thought the dough was too dry, and mixed everything with a fork. The cookies turned out all right. Well, edible.
This time I was pretty sure I had [most] the ingredients. I knew I had white sugar and eggs, flour, baking powder, butter and…no milk. I wasn’t about to go to the store, so this was going to be either the driest cake ever, or I was going to have to come up with something. Rummaging around under the stove, on my hands and knees, I found a can of lychees. I dusted it off, opened it up and thought, “Perfect.” I was going to make Lychee Cake.
But first, I wanted to find my blender. I’d been thinking about making smoothies ever since I found my flax seeds while making cookies, but had been missing some essential parts.
The next ten minutes were spent in the garage, rooting around in boxes, looking for my blender. The motor of the blender was in the cupboard in the kitchen, but my packing genius decided to put the blade, pitcher and base in separate boxes. Despite all the dust, creepy little spiders, and cursing, I managed to not only find my blender parts, but my hand mixer, measuring cups and spoons as well! I felt this to be a very good omen. The lychee cake was sure to be a success.
Of course my recipe books were still packed, and most of the cake recipes online demanded ingredients, like milk, or shortening, or more eggs than I had, so I was left to create my own cake recipe.
The Cake:
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking powder
1 cup butter (mine had salt in it so I didn’t add any salt)
1 cup sugar
4 eggs
1-2 tsp vanilla (I actually don’t remember how much I put in, because I initially forgot it, and had to add it at the very last second)
1 can of lychee, drained and chopped into tiny pieces
1/3 cup of lychee can juice
I mixed the butter, sugar, lychee juice and eggs first until they were nice and creamy. In a separate bowl, I mixed the flour and baking powder. All the recipes I looked at said “sift flour and baking powder” but I had no means to do this, so mix it was. I dumped my pieces of lychee into the flour. I read somewhere that if you put your fruit or whatever in the flour first, it will prevent the pieces from sinking to the bottom of the batter. Then I added the flour mixture to the eggy, buttery, sugar mixture and mixed that up with a fork. I recommend using a wooden spoon. I tasted the batter, felt it was missing something, turned, fork in hand, and knocked my vanilla onto the floor where the cap came of and vanilla went everywhere. After cleaning up my aromatic mess, I pushed around my spices in the cupboard and found my secondary bottle of vanilla, added some of it to my batter and mixed again before pouring it into some round 8″ cake pans I had greased and floured earlier. Stuck them in a 350 degree oven to bake for about a half hour, and then realized I didn’t have any frosting.
I frantically searched my cupboards for confectioners sugar, all the while knowing I had none. No milk, no powdered sugar…The cakes were bubbling away in the oven already, and I was at a loss. I thought about the lychee juice. That would work instead of milk, and make the cake taste that much more lychee-y. But what about the sugar? Then I remembered my step-mom’s advice. When we were baking in Indonesia, she said, “If you ever find you don’t have confectioners sugar, just put it in the blender.”
The Frosting:
1 cup butter
4 cups sugar, blended in the blender until the noise makes you crazy, or it turns to powder. Whichever happens first
1 tsp vanilla
4 tbsp lychee juice
Mix all ingredients until creamy.
Cakes done, I popped them out to cool. After about an hour, I decided to frost the cake, decorate it with some of the left over lychees and show Bryan.
Bryan came into the kitchen, excited for cake, took one look and said, “Oh lychees…” in an amazingly disappointed tone. My smile faltered, “You don’t like lychee?” Bryan grimaced. “They’re, okay…” He hates lychee. How could I not have known? I sighed. Bryan looked at the cake, slightly disgusted. “Those look like penis heads.” I put my head in my hands. I was going to have to eat this whole cake by myself, and try not to think of genitalia while doing so.