The Pandemic Mug Cake That Felt Like Happiness
There are two kinds of dessert people in this world. The ones who can casually say, “No thanks, I’m not in the mood for sweets.” And then there’s me. I can resist ice cream sometimes. I can convince myself that curd is close enough to dessert and somehow survive the craving. But cakes? Pastries? Soft chocolatey desserts? No. Absolutely impossible. Even while writing this, I feel like ordering a pastry. Or maybe making a mug cake in office. Honestly, that is the dangerous thing about mug cakes; they make you believe dessert is possible anytime, anywhere, with almost no effort. And somehow, that tiny little cake in a mug became one of my favorite comfort memories from the pandemic days. The world during corona felt strange. Silent roads. Closed shops. Fear everywhere. People separated from families. Nobody knew what would happen next. And in the middle of all that uncertainty, people started finding happiness in the smallest possible things. Dalgona coffee. Bread pizzas. Micro...