Hurricane Cake (Recipe)
Here’s the thing. Up until a few weeks ago, I thought I could control the weather. Not in a Storm-from-X-Men kind of way, but in a hippie-dippie, if-I-wish-it-enough-it-will-happen fashion. Manifestation, the power of positive thought, law of attraction, all that jazz. This is how I explained the White Christmas-like snowfall that escorted me out of my wedding reception when I was 28 (and turned into a mega-blizzard that ensured my new husband and I could stay safely ensconced at home without seeming rude), and the beautiful weather during my 30th birthday weekend extravaganza (despite the two hurricanes that were approaching Maryland from either side in the days prior).
So when I flew down to Sarasota to visit my BFF, Heather, and participate in a foodie-focused 5K, I didn’t think too hard about the weather stories reporting that Hurricane Irma was barreling toward Florida and shaping up to be a mega-storm.
“They always say that,” I said. “You can never tell this early where it’s going to go, anyway.”
Besides, I had my weather-controlling abilities on my side.
Fast-forward a few days. Irma was still headed straight for us. The 5K was officially postponed. They closed the schools. Despite my repeated tai chi-like movements, where I attempted to maintain my weather-controlling streak and push Irma’s energy to the east, Florida highways were jammed for miles and miles as people attempted to flee the MOST MASSIVE, POTENTIALLY DESTRUCTIVE HURRICANE IN RECORDED HISTORY. (That’s The Weather Channel talking. We turned it off about two days in — it was too stressful.)
Although the tai chi was good for my core muscles, I was starting to get worried.
I mean, Irma was larger than the entirety of Florida. So odds were we were going to get at least something. The thing was, no one was freaking out. Sure, Joe waited in line for four hours to get sandbags, and all of the bottled water was sold out, and everyone put up their hurricane shutters, but none of the locals were actually showing more than a slightly heightened sense of concern. Believe me. I looked for it.
We went for a walk in the increasingly breezy but still sunny Florida weather. Neighbors were out, getting their garages ready for “hurricane parties.” “Y’all take care, now,” they said to us. “Welcome to Florida!” others joked when they found out we were visiting from Maryland. The overall vibe was, “We've prepared all we can, now let’s try to enjoy ourselves while we ride it out.” Indeed, by that point, it was too late for us to try to evacuate — given how clogged the highways were, we would’ve risked getting stuck on the road during the storm. Besides, only the waterfront and low-lying areas were being evacuated — we were several miles inland.
At that point, I had two choices: I could spend the next couple days completely stressing out, worrying the entire time, or I could just … go with it. I finally decided that I would approach this as a challenge — as an exercise in letting go of my tendency to want to control things, instead trusting others’ experience and wisdom.
Instead of continuing to question Heather’s sanity (How is she this calm????), I had a much more enjoyable time just following her lead (Cocktail, anyone?) And if it all backfired, I told myself, I’d have one hell of a reason to go back to trying to control things next time.
Oh, did I mention it was my birthday?
Yes, Irma decided to crash my 36th birthday party. How rude! Most of our birthday plans fell through, as it’s hard to visit attractions and go out to places when they’ve literally shuttered in preparation for the STORM OF THE CENTURY.
We kept ourselves quite busy, though. We put up hurricane shutters. We filled the bathtub with water. Heather cleared out her walk-in closet (not a small feat, considering her sizeable shoe collection) and prepped it to be “Hunker-Down Central.” Like clockwork, we refreshed the National Hurricane Center’s webpage every three hours. I mean, how many Marylanders can say they spent their birthday prepping for a hurricane, let alone the BIGGEST HURRICANE EVER RECORDED?
Not one to be outshone by an extreme weather phenomenon, I decided to let Hurricane Irma inspire my birthday cake. Heather is an avid baker and talented cook herself, and together we came up with the idea of making a rum cake, but replacing the normal rum syrup with a hurricane cocktail-inspired syrup.
Pretty genius, eh?
We thought so too. We searched the Internet for recipes, and settled on a King Arthur Flour rum cake recipe and the best-sounding hurricane cocktail recipe we could find. A little tweaking here and there based on what we had on hand (and our mutual aversion to Red Dye 40), and we came up with one stellar birthday cake.
And it comes with a great story, involving power outages, puzzles-by-candlelight, Spice Girls sing-alongs, numerous hurricane cocktails, deep conversations about life, and opening the door mid-storm and smelling the ocean. Amazing, life-affirming memories: A birthday girl couldn’t ask for much more.
Maybe I’ll tell you the whole story some day. Over a slice of hurricane cake, of course.