“We are products of our past, but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.”
― Rick Warren
I made the Sticky Toffee Pudding Cake. It was a success since it looked and tasted like Sticky toffee Pudding cake is supposed to taste. It was gooey and delicious, but right after I ate it still felt it was not quite the taste I was looking for. It felt like something was missing. I felt empty and I felt nauseous.
Even when I was lying in bed before drifting off to sleep, I was feeling a bit troubled and disappointed in myself. I was disappointed that after having someone buy and send me the cake mix and then taking the time to make it and have it come out correctly I was still not happy with it. I was troubled that I was making a big deal out of a cake.
In the darkness and quiet of that moment it dawned on me that I will never find a sticky toffee pudding cake I will be completely satisfied and happy with. There will never be one as good as I remembered as I realize I have been searching for a feeling and not a taste! The taste of the cake was right but the feeling was not.
Sticky toffee pudding cake is a cake that I discovered one day while shopping with Ex. I remember eating it at a time I felt I was in paradise. I was happy, well I am always happy, but I felt I was living my long awaited fairy-tale. Sitting on the couch with Ex while eating the warm cake was to me the definition of comfort, happiness and security.
After that realization I cannot even look at the cake I made again, let alone eat it. I gave half to a friend and I will give the rest to my co-worker.
I am officially giving up my search for the perfect Sticky Toffee Pudding cake as I realized I will never find it. I have been searching for the wrong thing.
“Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.”
― Lyndon B. Johnson
I am annoyed that all of sudden Ex pops in my mind uninvited. All of a sudden I have to deal with feelings that I thought were long gone. All of a sudden I miss him or this idea of him.
I realize that the past is bound to return every now and then. It doesn’t mean regression. It means I get to see how far I have come and how those memories don’t affect me as much as before. I am not attaching any special meaning to those few and far between memories. I miss him for that one second and I readily and happily move on.
I don’t want Ex or the life I had with him back. I still think it was a wonderful time and I am glad for having had that moment in my life. But like everything in life it had an expiration date.
Nothing lasts forever, good or bad, and for that I am grateful!
This cake episode helps me realize that more often than not I am not physically hungry, but emotionally hungry. I need to stop, or at least tone it down, my vision of food as happiness and comfort and see it more as fuel.
oh stupid me thinking that Sticky Toffee Pudding cake could ever be as good as chocolate and/or cake.
“My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me.” ― Steve Maraboli