Imagine this: 90+ degrees outside; humidity over 80%. My hair tied back in a frizzy mess as I crank the oven to 400 and get started on Mom's birthday cake. The chocolate buttercream can come out of the fridge for just minutes at a time or I risk having chocolate soup on my hands. 6 layers of cake go into the oven, one at a time. As I pull one of them out, a blast of heat comes from the oven, burning my eyelashes. Not a pleasant feeling, that's for sure.
So why bother? Why do so many cooks labor though conditions like this when there's a bakery just around the corner?
A few hours later, cake at a safe room temperature for buttercream, I light the candles and watch as my little niece nearly scrambles onto the table to help grandma blow them out. The fascination in her eyes is something only a child can possess. But wait, it gets better.
The fork is pushed aside as she takes one finger to scoop some chocolate frosting. Into the mouth it goes and then two fingers reach out for more. Soon she's using her whole hand, smiling as bright and wide as can be...
This is why we cook. I know I forget sometimes, so my thanks go to my two year-old niece for reminding me. I'll make her chocolate cake in any weather as long as that smile comes with it.