Last week I made a Hershey Bar cake for my husband’s birthday. The ridiculously gorgeous Stephanie had posted it on her instagram many moons ago, and then the recipe on her blog. I pinned it for later, and when it was time to bustle about in the kitchen trying to look useful in the department of making birthday cakes, this is what I chose.
I posted a picture on Instagram and tagged Stephanie, who lives in the US, telling her I made it. And in amongst the chatter about it, eyebrows were raised that it was not made “from scratch with hershey bars and love”, like someone assumed, but from packet chocolate cake mix and various other bits and pieces. Just as the famous recipe requires.
Now here’s where I get a bit confused – while I don’t bake from packet mixes often, it does happen and I certainly wouldn’t lie about it! I don’t know why people assume I’m holier than I am and then express surprise when I fall short of their expectations. On the whole, I’m pretty average with a violent lean toward crunchy, I eat those shitty green olives in the jar (and occasionally the black ones), I bake with sugar, I use baby wipes to clean my window sills, I don’t use cloth nappies, and regular Play-Doh sits alongside hand-crafted building blocks made of Tasmanian wood finished with beeswax. I want to stab the next person who talks about “going Paleo”, sometimes I put plastic in the microwave, I have a microwave, my kids eat organic yogurt. I’m smack in the middle of the road, sometimes shopping at Woollies, sometimes foraging about farmer’s markets, buying just the right pesticide-free sweet potato for a salad with farro in it or something.
To some I’m disappointing because I’m not vegetarian enough, I’m not vegan, I don’t post enough gluten-free recipes, my smoothies aren’t green. There are so many other websites out there who are and have all these things, and they’re doing them a great deal better than I am! I never appear online as anything other than what I am (ok that’s a lie, I swear WAY MORE in real life), and I’d hate to think I’ve promoted a standard of lofty home-baked aspirations when that’s not who I am. Perhaps it’s my blog name that lends itself to hippie ideals? I just eat veggies, is all! Alongside Kraft peanut butter. And other toxic chemical nasties that social media bleats will probably kill us all one day.
This isn’t about not being able to cop flak – I fully expect you to tell me if I’m being a dickhead, and I like to think I can cop that on the chin. I do know I’m not to everyone’s taste!
What you see is what you get though, and I’m always gonna be straight up with you all. Sometimes I co-sleep, sometimes I don’t. I use homemade laundry soap right alongside regular laundry detergent (I do try to buy environmentally-friendly stuff though!). My kids are mostly breastfed with the occasional bottle of formula. I drink instant coffee AND the organic, fair-trade, Peruvian stuff. I’ve talked about all this and more before, so in theory it shouldn’t be a surprise. I’m far from recycling my own toilet paper. I don’t think I’ll ever be anything other than completely average suburban with a side of wearing hemp pants.
If you’re upset I eat cheese and not my placenta, I’m sorry. I’m just a girl, standing in front of an internet, asking you to accept me and my box-mix ways.