The following is a guest post by my boyfriend, Chris. You may recall he was the recipient of Week 2’s Peanut Butter & Jelly Cake. Enjoy!
In honor of President’s Day, I thought it appropriate to post a tale about the founding of another great entity, Chrina. No, we really don’t call ourselves that, but since I think dated cultural references are funny, I’m going to address the Chris/Nina relationship as such for the duration of this article. Now where was I? Oh yes. Three years and thirty pounds ago, I had asked Weekly Cake founder, Nina, to be my girlfriend. She didn’t have a fancy blog at that time, but she did have a passion for the kitchen and a chubby chaser fetish that I would one day grow into.
It was the first time I had visited her Harlem apartment. It was spacious and clean and aurally pleasant. She had cooked me a really tasty meal, the details of which I don’t remember, but the satisfaction is quite vivd. I do, however, recall the dessert. Basking in post-indulgent bliss, she summoned me to her dining room table and said the five little words that every man wants to hear, “These have alcohol in them.” She laid before me six pieces of heaven which I incorrectly called “Muffins.” But muffins they were not, they were cupcakes; delicious, moist, chocolate, Kaluha cupcakes that magically transported me to a place where self control and body mass index didn’t matter.
After consuming an absurd amount, which for the purposes of this article I’ll call “four,” I had fallen in love. Never before was I able to eat, drink, and be merry in a single bite. This beautiful culinary witch had entrapped me in her candy house, fattening me up like Hansel and Gretel. But unlike those pudgy German siblings, I didn’t need an escape route, I needed a lifetime membership. So, later that night I had asked her to be my girlfriend and the rest is history.
Now I spend my weekends eating whatever comes out of the oven and drooling over the photos posted in this blog. It’s fun to look back at early Chrina and see all of the habits and patterns that led up to the Weekly Cake phenomenon. I was there to watch the birth and development of such a tasty endeavor. And while I know I need to scale back my consumption of these weekly treats for my own health, I still appreciate every bite. The only thing I want to contract, is Type 2 Love-betes.
So, on this day of patriotic remembrance, I want to thank our forefathers for creating a country where we our constitutionally permitted to pursue happiness. And I want to thank Nina for making happiness so damn tasty. That’s all for now. Until next time, cake it to you make it.
Chris Catch