"Follies and Nonsense, Whims and Inconsistencies...

...do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."

And indeed I do.  But sometimes I don't laugh, sometimes I emote in other ways.  And sometimes I wish to elude the nonsensical world through a large mixing bowl full of double double toil and trouble.  (Yes, I do feel like Glinda sometimes, waving my magic wooden spoon, batter dripping from it like stardust onto my checkerboard kitchen floor, twirling in circles repeating "There's no cake like homebaked cake, there's no cake like homebaked cake".
And other times I'm not eluding the world at all, but really charming each cake-to-be with thoughts of the people for whom I'm making the cakes, fully investing myself, my spirit, into the spiritual dessert.  I meditate upon them; sincerity and genuine prayer emanating from my being into my stirring, my blending, my sifting, my pouring, my melting and baking and assembling and frosting, and finally, completely, into the finished Cake.  And each piece is a piece of me. And I share myself eagerly with anyone who will put out their hand to grab a plate and fork and a taste, a piece, of grace.  Will they talk of past memories as they fork a piece into their mouths?  Will they smile and chat and genuinely commune?  Will she open her heart as wide as her mouth around that slice of an Almond Raspberry Bundt Cake? Will they all embrace each other as they so eagerly did a piece of dense Mascarpone Cheesecake with Blackberries and Lemon Sauce?

I cannot help but think of Babette's Feast. For certain, I wept Mary Magdelena's own tears when I finished the film, as if I too finally had permission to pour my finest oils indulgently upon dirty feet.  To pour out my time and money on Communion, tiny dry wafers transformed into a Dark Chocolate Fudge Raspberry Filled Communion for all who partake of it.

"This is my body, Eat ye all of it".