I’ve mentioned my best friend, Whitney, quite a few times on here, but here we are again. When you’ve been friends for twenty-six years, most of your good stories involve one another.
We’ve traveled together, completed most of our education together, and I made fun of her in the first grade when she couldn’t skip. Honestly, I’m surprised she’s stuck around for as long as she has.
We lived together our freshman year of college and again in grad school. During grad school, we were in an apartment off campus and were learning to cook. We would alternate days cooking then have what we dubbed “crockpot Thursdays”. One week, we didn’t really communicate what we were cooking so we had a full week of just liquid dinner. One soup after another. By Thursday we scrapped our salute to liquids and went to Chick-fil-A for some solids.
Come to think of it, we frequently have specific days for things. During our freshman year of college we STUPIDLY thought we should take chemistry and every week when we would scrape by with our lab we would have “chocolate cake Wednesdays” aka those Betty Crocker microwaveable cakes. It was the only thing getting us by.
I asked Whitney to share a favorite cake recipe, and she chose this peanut butter cake of her mothers. Her mom is basically my second mom, and she’s a hero. That broad has donated over three gallons of blood. I cannot. She has run in a marathon in her 50’s, and she love taking looong bike rides. What a lady. She ran a tight ship when we were kids, but she’s a good cook, so I’d trust this cake with my life. Make it then go donate blood in her honor.
Peanut butter makes everything better.