I’ve decided to start a new tradition. From now on, before hurricanes I will bake a chocolate cake. It doesn’t need to be refrigerated and it’s something decadent to enjoy if one is reduced to drinking instant coffee. Luckily, after all, it seems Laura will not be paying us a visit. But my house smells like chocolate and cinnamon and there’s a moist cake worthy of Edna resting on the counter.
