Just Because Cake
The ChickieNob asked me to make her a cake this week. “What do we need a cake for?” I asked.
“Just because,” she answered.
It has been so long since I’ve done something just because. If I’m making a cake, it’s because it is someone’s birthday or we’re having dinner guests or I’ve volunteered to make a Smith Island cake for a Maryland culture unit.
If I’m going to the mall, it is because I have a specific shopping list or I’ve promised the Wolvog that he can touch some new Apple product or I’m buying someone a present.
If I’m at the library, it is because I need a specific book.
If I’m walking, it’s to get somewhere. If I’m cooking, it’s because we need a meal. If I’m driving, it’s to take someone to an activity.
My life is really lacking in “just because.” And some of it is that life moves too quickly and there is too much to do, and the “just becauses” are the first thing to get dropped because they aren’t immediately necessary. I mean, yes, they are necessary because I’m obviously feeling the effects of living a life deplete of “just becauses.” I feel frayed at the edges and stretched thin.
It is impossible to drop things from the to-do list. I mean, what should I not do? Skip feeding the kids? Not turn in work? But this I could do — throw together a cake and put it in the oven. Make a drizzled icing akin to a donut glaze. The whole thing took me about 20 minutes of actual time in the kitchen between mixing the batter and cleaning up the pans.
So I made a cake for no other reason than just because. And we ate it, just because. With milk.
Do you have enough “just because” in your life?