Lava on the Mountain and Lava in the Cake
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| Maui "lava" dirt |
If I were a clever writer, I might be able to connect Lava
Cake and, Kilauea (Kill-uh-way-uh), the active volcano in Hawaii that belches
lava continually, even now. It all
started thirty years ago in January, 1983, when we lived in Hawaii. Kilauea
started living up to its name which means “spewing.” Sometimes a lot, sometimes
a little, it has spewed out two-thousand degree magma, called lava, once it hits
the surface nearly all that time. It has now reached homes.
At first, I checked listings for a volcano holiday. Then I thought, get real. You don’t honor something that happens every day. Like you carry out the trash every day, but we don’t have Trash Day. I take that back. Our trash day is every Wednesday. But we don’t honor eggs or black shoes, even stilettos. Maybe it is because volcanoes are boring to some. You cannot accessorize, nor go to lunch with one. The most provocative thing Kilauea does is run off at the mouth all the time. We all deal with people doing that without making a holiday for such people. We don’t even want to crack that door, or, in this case, crater floor and observe anything like that. That’s like having a Pick Your Nose Day. It is disgusting, and people may do it, but you do not want to make it legal and let them celebrate it. But we will join Kilauea and cake. It seems only reasonable. My first experience with Lava cake came from a plaid Betty Crocker cookbook many moons ago. It seems I started looking for new and exciting recipes to try on my newly married husband. The notation I have next to that recipe says, “Husband doesn’t like this.” So much for chocolate cakes with innards that belch out goo when you poke fork into them. But I shall try again in honor of the longest running show on earth. Kilauea. And if it comes out funny or misshapen, it’s ok. It’s a lava cake.
At first, I checked listings for a volcano holiday. Then I thought, get real. You don’t honor something that happens every day. Like you carry out the trash every day, but we don’t have Trash Day. I take that back. Our trash day is every Wednesday. But we don’t honor eggs or black shoes, even stilettos. Maybe it is because volcanoes are boring to some. You cannot accessorize, nor go to lunch with one. The most provocative thing Kilauea does is run off at the mouth all the time. We all deal with people doing that without making a holiday for such people. We don’t even want to crack that door, or, in this case, crater floor and observe anything like that. That’s like having a Pick Your Nose Day. It is disgusting, and people may do it, but you do not want to make it legal and let them celebrate it. But we will join Kilauea and cake. It seems only reasonable. My first experience with Lava cake came from a plaid Betty Crocker cookbook many moons ago. It seems I started looking for new and exciting recipes to try on my newly married husband. The notation I have next to that recipe says, “Husband doesn’t like this.” So much for chocolate cakes with innards that belch out goo when you poke fork into them. But I shall try again in honor of the longest running show on earth. Kilauea. And if it comes out funny or misshapen, it’s ok. It’s a lava cake.
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