I read somewhere that Charlie Chaplin once entered a Charlie Chaplin impersonation contest and did not win. I don't know if this story is true but I like it. Something funny happens when we try to be ourselves. Now the Chaplin situation is more complicated I know. He would be impersonating an act, but still. I think about how complicated that could get, and my mind wanders. He would be competing against impersonators who have obsessively "perfected" their outfits, make up, acts... Did their immaculate re-enactments of his work make him uneasy? Did he overdo it or was he too casual? did he get out-Chaplined by the mimics?
Then I think about how strangely we sometimes act when our awareness of ourselves is heightened for some reason. I've struggled to explain this before. I still find it hard to articulate how easy it is to turn into an imitation of yourself when you are in fact aiming for the opposite. It's almost as if when you try to isolate whatever it is that you are, in order to be it, you interrupt the flow of the process of being. I've caught myself in such moments before. I don't like the feeling. It's like wearing wet jeans.
A few weeks
ago when Steve was coming to visit me in my little town for a few days I started
thinking about this. Just before he got there I looked around me and wondered
what my life looks like; what I look like in it. But I quickly distracted myself
to help the moment pass for fear of ending up in that hyper-self-conscious
state of awkward and anxious mimicry. At midnight Steve told me he was really craving chocolate and I said I'd bake a chocolate cake with the rest of our bottle of red wine.
-Right now?
-Right now?
-Right
now.
And as we ate our chocolate cake with spoonfuls of whipped cream from a mason jar at two in the morning whilst discussing faith or religion or rationality or god knows what, I thought: If we ever have to audition as ourselves, we should do this scene. I'm pretty certain no one else's rendition could even come close.
And as we ate our chocolate cake with spoonfuls of whipped cream from a mason jar at two in the morning whilst discussing faith or religion or rationality or god knows what, I thought: If we ever have to audition as ourselves, we should do this scene. I'm pretty certain no one else's rendition could even come close.
Chocolate
Red Wine Cake
(bake this cake when someone craves it, for it does not keep well.)
(bake this cake when someone craves it, for it does not keep well.)
6
tablespoons soft unsalted butter
3/4 cup
firmly packed dark brown sugar
1/4 cup white granulated sugar
1 large
egg + 1 large egg yolk
3/4 cup
red wine (we used chianti)
1
teaspoon good vanilla
1 cup + 1
tablespoon all-purpose flour
1/2 cup
good cocoa powder
1/8
teaspoon baking soda
1/2
teaspoon baking powder
1/4
teaspoon sea salt
1/4
teaspoon ground cinnamon
Preheat
the oven to 325°F. Line the bottom of a medim
round cake pan with parchment paper, and grease the sides.
In a large bowl, using an electric mixer, cream the butter until smooth. Add the
sugars and mix until fluffy: 2-3 minutes. Add the egg and yolk and mix well. Then add the red wine and vanilla. The batter will look a little strange but that's fine.
Sift the flour, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon and
salt together, right over your wet ingredients. Mix until 3/4 combined, then
fold the rest together with a rubber spatula. Spread batter in pan.
Bake 30 minutes, or until a cake tester inserted into the center
comes out clean. Cool in pan on a rack for about 10 minutes, then flip out of pan
and cool the rest of the way on a cooling rack. Dust with powdered sugar and eat with whipped cream.
Posts
