Instead, we’re going to focus on one of the ultimate loves of my life. Not my husband, but my literary husband - J.R.R Tolkien. Tolkien is my problematic fav. So we’re going to do a fun romp into the world of Tolkien and one of my favourite elements from Lord of the Rings: the relationship between food and evil.

When I shared my food with my in-laws, I did more than simply help take care of one of the meals for them. I gave them a part of my story. And the food that makes up part of my story is not only a history of myself, but also my siblings and their partners and my grandparents. It’s the make up of the various members of the family that join our fold, and the remnants of those we’ve lost.

Cake fills the same role as narrative and myth. Like our myths focused on performance, cake is not something which can be written down. This post itself is a struggle to include all the intricate aspects of the crumb and what makes them not only delicious but remarkable. And in many ways, cake comes to life the same way mythology does.