Red Velvet Dreams

Have you ever had a food that transports you to a place you've never been? I'm not talking metaphysically, I mean a real place in this world, maybe in whatever era your context of it exists, but nonetheless, it exists. If you were so inclined, you could hop on a plane and be there within a day. But the experience of it may level your expectations. This is what I feel when I indulge in the wonder that is red velvet cake.

My friend and fellow bridesmaid, Aniesa, whipped up a batch of her red velvet cupcakes for our friend's bridal shower. I watched guests peruse the dessert table (I was strategically posted there for most of the event), and the reactions were varied. Some were squeemish at trying something new, something they didn't know, and others enjoyed, but seemed embarrassed to go for a second. Others wanted nothing more than some traditional West Indian desserts, while others (like myself, usually) ate no dessert at all.

Mind you, we live in the north. Most people in this city have never heard of the stuff. Which, we (including the bride) were more than happy for because it meant more for us. And in an age where you can educate yourself on most anything you could want, many people couldn't be bothered. Hell, if I didn't blog the way I did, and meet people from around the globe, I too would never have known of Red Velvet Cake.

Mmmm.... the sight of it, the taste of it, the texture of it, takes me to an afternoon garden party in the deep south, where just the slightest breeze lets you know evening is coming. The rich sweetness crawls in tendrils around your brain. Each sweet cloud is a reflection of all things the south has always striven to be. And though I've been to the southern states, I've never in my life been in a place like this. Though that's where it takes me. And that's worth the calories now and again.