Baking and Life

I threw a little party on our rooftop  to celebrate my 25th birthday last week. I decided it would be a challenge to cook for 20+ people and bring everything up 5 flights of stairs, so we ordered pizzas, and instead of cooking all day, I had time to bake a cake. What a relief. I was having a ball baking in the kitchen that morning, music turned up, and took some photos throughout the process.

That night when we were about to eat it, I realized I never got a shot of the finished cake and couldn't help feeling a little sad (I don't bake often, and this cake turned out better than I expected). How I got so many shots of the process and forgot to snap one at the end slightly blows my mind. After I went through the photos though, I realized the process of frosting, slicing berries, and layering was just as beautiful as the finished product.

It was a good reminder. The messy, non-perfect experience of getting somewhere is often more beautiful and memorable than the destination (that's my 25 year old wisdom speaking).