Soup not Cake

I haven't gotten around to buying more pregnancy tests. I felt so depressed Friday morning, I sat in front of daytime television – the Food Network, my weakness – for two hours. There have been times in my life when this wouldn't be so unusual, but these days, it's a bad bad sign. But I got through it, thanks to back-to-back episodes of Ace of Cakes, a show following the crazy custom cake makers of Baltimore's Charm City Cakes. Good medicine, and I'll tell you why.

First of all, I am yet to be made hungry by images of cakes shaped like trucks, or buildings, or helmets, or a great big meat ball, or by icing applied in green leafy patterns with a paint brush, or in metallic gloss with an airbrush... I could go on, but the point is, depression and artificially-induced hunger are not a good idea for me, and novelty cakes don't induce anything but amusement. Thank goodness.

Reason number two: The people of Charm City are quirky and imperfect and cute and clearly care about each other. Again, I could go on, but the point is: the show is heartwarming. It reminds me that you don't have to be perfect to be loved. And that I am, indeed, loved. So I turned off the TV and got back to life.

And by life, I mean weeding the garden. Emailing clients. Scanning artwork and planning for a commissioned piece. Cooking for my weekend guests (soup, not cake). Making plans for a Saturday morning bike ride. Getting my period...

Life goes on.