In Soviet Russia, cake consumes you.
In a strange twist of Pavlovian conditioning, eating Christmas pudding now reminds me of my birthday. Six months ago, someone gave me a sweet and suspiciously sticky Soviet-style cake that if I was sensible and cautious, I probably wouldn't have tasted, because I'm not sure how much I could trust where it came from. But, hey, who am I to refuse free cake? So, I took that leap of faith, and settled down to a warm fruit-filled, cream-covered slab with a hot cup of tea on a sunny May afternoon, a calm moment amidst all the anxiety and trauma of my final examination season.
Sometimes, cake saves your life at the moments you least savour.
It's odd, you know, how a smell or taste can induce a memory like that, complete with all the feelings attached. I haven't heard from the person for a while now and I spend a disproportionate amount of time dwelling on that fact, given that we had no common ground to start from, really. It's just weird, you know, to go from feeling like you might mean something to someone, that you feature on their radar somewhere, only to have it cut short thanks to circumstance or some other unfathomable reason. It's bizarre, you know, not to mention, somewhat upsetting. I suppose, sometimes, the only solution is to eat more cake.
Good things come to those who wait.
I miss you.
Flitterbox: Beautiful South ~ You Keep It All In
I hope that you get more cake soon :) and that, being outside of Soviet Russia, it won't consume you.
ReplyDeleteChristmas pudding? Now?
ReplyDeleteI just ordered some, but will be writing "do not open until Christmas" on the top. On the other hand, the school craft fair had a cookie walk so I'm mawing on gingerbread and molasses cookies. I had to light some spice candles to calm the ensuing cravings or I'd have eaten them all in one day, haha.
I so completely agree with you, being, partly, in a similar sort of a situation. Also, in case I didn't say this before, good to see you blogging again :) xxx
ReplyDeleteI get like that with music. Bands remind me of certain people and certain memories.
ReplyDeleteTwo of the four Funeral For A Friend albums were released at particularly emotional points in my life, and as a result became very cathartic, and I can never listen to them without being reminded how much they have and still help me. heh, no wonder they got labelled emo!
Objects, too, but that's covered in the previous blog post, I suppose.
And I think our mutual loss has got us all relating to this post in some way.
And I second the Jennystatement, it is good to see. Even if it is fraught with confusion and sigh-times. You should listen to Funeral For A Friend. arf.
@miki: Thanks. Though I do feel a little like I'm in Social Siberia, sometimes.
ReplyDelete@amber: I ate Christmas pudding in May. In MAY. November is not too early ;) Plus, they had free tasters at the WI bake sale. And like I said, who am I to refuse free cake? :P
@Jenny: Thanks :)
@suffice: Yup, that too. Two albums remind me, very distinctively, of first year of uni. As such, I find it hard to listen to them now.
Just for old times sake, try typing www.forumwhatever.com into your browser and see what pops up ;)
ReplyDeleteToday, I made carrot cake.
ReplyDeleteToday, the forum is awake.
This cannot be coincidence. Good things come to those who bake.