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Let’s be frank. Things suck right now in the US. It’s really bad. A pandemic with no end in sight, a dumpster fire political situation, this energy sucking heat … its turned me upside down. On top of all that I’m eating crap. From a cooking perspective, I make plans and buy the ingredients, only to decide the next day to hit a drive thru and nap on my couch instead. To say my motivation and optimism right now is low, is a gross understatement. But sometimes you get lucky and a persistent bright light shines through. Recently, it was my friend Heather who, in addition to being a complete delight, has a magical backyard with a pool. As Chicago temperatures surged toward 90 degrees with 5000% humidity, she told me to come on over and socially distant float. It was just what I needed, mentally and physically.

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It’s a strange time. Isolation, fear, uneasiness and anger. We are in the midst of a change, a much-needed change. Oftentimes, I’m not too sure what to do or say, fearful of doing or saying the wrong thing but I am so over that right now. I’m listening. I’m reading, learning as much as I can to better understand my privilege and implicit biases. I’m asking questions. I’m thinking. And I do what I do when I have a lot of thoughts rattling around in my head that need sorting: I’m baking.

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For some reason, I had a stockpile of limes and I’m not too sure where they all came from.  Some were leftover from a party, some from Memorial Day weekend and the rest … beats me.  Regardless of how they appeared, the reality was a large bowl in my fridge that needed to be dealt with.  Instantly I thought cake.  Cake and strawberries, since I had a lot of those too.

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Every two or three summers when I was a kid, the family would pile into the car and head to California for summer vacation.  We’d go to Disneyland or the beach or Sea World.  Sometimes we do all of the above.  When I was about 11 or 12, I discovered something new at the San Diego Zoo.  It was hot, as it often is during a West Coast summer, and I conned my Dad into buying me a strawberry popsicle.  They were expensive, as popsicles go, so he must have been in a good mood.  It was a moment that transformed my young life.

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