Because they make me happy.
Reverse the tears, dull the anxiety, turn on Rihanna, Biagio Antonacci, Thomas Buttenshøn, 21 Pilots.
Take out the cake pans. Like this adorable Beehive Bundt mold.
Flour, sugar, butter, they don’t hurt you. Malleable and ivory, the butter whips into creaminess and sweetness and dreams of comfort and kindness.
Make the cakes, turn off the clamor of the world.
Tender, golden, velvety, small but great.
The mood is soft and gentle again.
Never underestimate the power of cakes.