The other day I was
trapped at home cuddled up with my baby. I had teleworked and, thus, hadn’t left my house the entire day. I love days like that and had no intentions of going anywhere. Then it hit me. MY SWEET TOOTH.
Suddenly, I wanted cake. Nay, I NEEDED cake. I started rummaging through the cabinets looking for anything that would curb my craving. I had nothing. No cookies, bits of candy, ice cream, nothing. Then I saw a jar of frosting in the back of the cabinet and decided I would make a cake if only I had the right ingredients. I pulled out my computer and did a quick search for a basic cake recipe. One by one I ticked off the ingredients…until I got to the last one. Milk.
Crap. We ran out of milk over the weekend, which is ironic because Regan rarely drinks milk or cereal, which requires milk. I stood perplexed and contemplated putting on clothes and going to the store, then I thought WWTD?
What Would Tarsha Do?
Why, she would improvise, of course!
I had coconut milk in the cabinet, so I decided to make a substitution. I figured it would either be a colossal failure and waste of flour and sugar, or a delightful Caribbean surprise.
It was…just meh. Not nasty. Though totally edible. Better than some cakes I’ve had, although I would never make it again. But what’s important is it cured my sweet tooth!
And Regan thought it was grand!