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I wanted to share this recipe.

I wanted a coffee flavored cake yesterday and couldn't find a recipe that I liked so I found a simple recipe in my cookbook and altered it.



6 Tablespoons of cooking oil(any type)

2/3 cup sugar

1/3 cup powdered milk(optional)

2 eggs separated(yolks from the whites; smartass)

1 and a half teaspoon vanilla(I used real vanilla)

1 and 3 quarter cups of flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

2/3 cup freshly brewed coffee(room temp)



Heat oven to 350 degrees.

In a large bowl add the oil. Mix into the oil 2/3 cup sugar and 1/3 cup powdered milk.

Add the egg yolks and vanilla to the sugar mixture and beat to blend well.

In a separate bowl add flour and baking powder. stir those together.

Alternately blend the dry ingredients and coffee into the sugar mixture in three stages. A little flour then a little coffee, blend. A little flour then a little coffee, blend. the rest of the flour the rest of the coffee, blend.



in a separate bowl whisk(or beat)egg whites until stiff but not dry. Stir egg whites into the mixture until well mixed. Stir with a spoon not a hand mixer.



Grease a 9x9 pan with butter or margarine, pour batter into it.

Bake for 25 to 30 minutes.



I used cream cheese frosting but I think any sweet or semi sweet topping would have worked including streusel crumbles.









Yes it was my birthday cake.

As I got older I must admit to feeling covetous of those who grew up in the same town surrounded by kids they had known since Kindergarten. I always wanted a wall covered in height markings to show my kids and draw comparison lines for them to see how tall I was at age 5 and how tall they were at age 5.

It is hard always being on the outside but I got used to the outside. It helped me to become a stronger and more highly evolved person. It allowed me to become the kind of adult who can step away from the emotional attachment and think rationally, logically and clearly. I don't understand other people's feelings all the time but I know that people feel. I don't know why sometimes they hold on so tightly to the things that just need to be let go of.

Sometimes I remember things. Opportunities, missed opportunities, some of the people I knew. I see them through a fog; like a mist in a movie where someone is recalling the past. It is called nostalgia. Somethings are remembered fondly and some not quite so much. I feel a little sad and wonder who I would be if things had been different.

I wonder, then I close my eyes and blow the wonder into my hand. I open my hand to the breeze and let my regret over things beyond my control fly away free and it is no more.

There is no me that might have been.

There is only the me that is and I have no regrets and will choose to let go.