Let me tell you something that no one tells you:
College is actually School.
FOR REAL RIGHT?
Everyone talks about "games" and "parties" and "really awesome people" and maybe "study abroad" or "pedigreed professors."
But in talking about college no one actually EVER, I repeat, EVER talked about going to class and homework etc.
It's missing from the "You're a senior in highschool so you better go to college" dialogue.
Not that I'm unhappy or anything, because I think I'm pretty happy, despite the fact that my dorm room does not have a sink.
I am going to complain about this forever.
And it takes me, like, 15 minutes to pee, because I have to walk all the way down the hall to the bathroom, which is like, a half a mile away.
And I have to pee, like, all the time.
Also. The food here, is not stellar. Did you know that Bland is actually a flavor? Like Salty or Sweet or even Umami, if you want to get technical. No. Bland is the flavor that no one talks about. Those little bottles of Tabasco Sauce are my friend.
Anyways, I still live close to home, so I went home one day, and I baked a cake. Baking again was almost as fun as my first college party. But I don't think I want to talk about that here.
Chocolate Ginger Cake
from Baking: From My Home to Yours by Dorie Greenspan
NB: Dorie suggests icing, which I was far too lazy to make, and it was wonderful without. If you so desire the instructions for icing are below. But it really was good without.