One of the most fun things about adulthood (other than eating ice cream for dinner if you want to) has to be starting your own silly traditions. Every family has a ton of unexplainable traditions, developed from some long-ago moment that no one really remembers. But it’s novel to suddenly be the grown-up one at the beginning of something new.
My favourite tradition in our house has to be the travel cake. When one of us travels for work, the other bakes a welcome home cake. Maybe I just like it so much because I get to travel more than Chadwiko does. Or maybe it’s because, well… cake.
Since I was up in Brisbane for the latter half of last week, it was my turn to be on the receiving end of travel cake. And after a long day of workshops (at which the promised vegan catered lunch never arrived) and two flights to get home (which both only served decidedly non-vegan snacks, despite my meal request) fuelled solely on two slices of cashew carrot loaf and a lot of coffee, cake was more necessary than ever.
Imagine my delight to arrive home and find a stack of some of my favourite cupcakes- the peanut butter cakes from Vegan Cupcakes Take Over the World- waiting patiently for me! I put away a few more of these than I should probably admit. But it had been a long, hungry day, and these were delicious.
For someone whose first travel cake (made earlier this year while I was in Darwin) was his first ever attempt at baking a cake, Chadwiko is managing quite well for himself. Sure, there are a few things to learn (namely, that to ‘fold in ingredients by hand’ doesn’t mean to literally plunge your hands into the cake batter), but with a little more practice my position as household baker might just be usurped. I’d better get my apron on before I get rusty!