all we wanted was cake

All we wanted was cake. 

A birthday was coming up and the kitchen staff was baking cakes by the dozen. Actually they only made a few, but they smelled so good. The sweet scent wafted into the room and caused mouths to water as we realized we hadn't had anything sweet in months. So we decided that it was high time to bake a cake. We hopped online and went to my favorite website, allrecipes.com, and browsed the various recipes for various cakes. They all looked so good and so...fancy. We sadly closed the computer, very aware that our resources here in Africa would not bake us such beautiful cakes. 

But we just really wanted cake. 

So off to the kitchen we went, and asked, a little pathetically, how much it would cost if we asked for a cake. Mama Shiro laughed and told us she would figure out the ingredients and tell us the price. I looked at my meager 200 shillings and hoped with all my heart that I would have enough. 

A little piece of me died when I realized I didn't have enough money and that cake that day was not an option.

In conclusion, when I get home I am baking a beautiful welcome-home-Christie cake and eating the ENTIRE THING by myself. And that, my friends, is the most exciting thing that happened to me all week. 

xoxo christie