Peppermint Bark Layer Cake is equal parts festive and delicious. Guests will be begging for another slice!
Leaving the house is entirely overrated.
People are always all, “blah blah I’ve got to GET OUT of the house for awhile” or “blah blah fresh air blah” and I’m telling you, I do not even understand such language.
I like my house. I like being at home. I like wearing my baggy sweatpants and drinking boxed Merlot out of a Mason jar and eating gummy worms on the couch.
I enjoy those things very much. It’s HIGHLY preferable over wearing pants that button and making small talk and eating normal meals with vegetables while all I really want is a handful of Cheetos and maybe a fun size candy bar and a string cheese.
It’s not that I hate people. I absolutely do not. It’s just that I like the option of CHOOSING whom I interact with. But when I’m doing things in the normal world with people, I don’t get to choose.
I just get stuck with whatever whackadoodle happens to be wandering around or ringing up groceries that day. And honestly, that’s more than any reasonable human should be expected to bear.
I recently rode on an airplane and was seated across the aisle from the exact type of person that makes me never want to leave my house. After a very brief delay on the runway, she began having what she called a “PANIC ATTACK” which was weird because instead of being short of breath, she was demanding drinks and saying that someone needed to talk her down because she doesn’t like being on planes that don’t move.
Which obviously, was totally weird. Ummm…you don’t like being safe on the ground? Okay, I completely do not understand that at all.
Whatever her reasoning, she was claiming to be in major distress and there I sat, a mere foot away from her. It was the kind of opportunity us Christians are supposed to look for – being the hands and feet of Jesus and all that. But what happened instead was that it served as yet another example of why I will never be the perfect reflection of Christ.
Because while she was fanning herself and yelling, I sat there rolling my eyes, eating Peanut M&Ms, and texting my husband a play-by-play of her dramatics. Because I LITERALLY COULD NOT EVEN.
Sorry, Jesus. This is why I should just stay at home with my Kindle, wearing my husband’s hiking socks pulled up to my knees. We are all better off.
And while I’m at home, I can serve the world by creating cakes! Everyone loves cakes! Even whackadoodles, am I right?
This Peppermint Bark Layer Cake Recipe can also be found on Food Fanatic, where I am a regular contributor of all things sweet.