Beetroot Brownie - find the meaning in the process

Good post-midnight time everyone, 

Having polished my work which enabled me to have more freedom today and getting candle-lighted night yoga session done, I am ready to make here a small rumination on Beetroot Brownie and life. Enjoy! 

kitchen work by GigiBax

I guess I should explain the most shocking part of this intro first - the word "beetroot" so close-standing to the "brownie". Apparently it is possible to mix these two into one piece of cake, it is indeed a healthy option, I'm sure this invention has found its own fans and promotors, maybe among you, but still for me: it is  n o t  t a s t y. 

As a result, I'm not even putting here the recipe I found for this veggie brainchild. With the primary try, I've promised myself to include fruit only to the cakes in the future. Again and again, if you would like to eventually try this edible piece on your own - just ask below. 

However, I'm not going to talk about experimental brownies anymore, I'm aiming to stretch up much more significant point of baking things off this week.

The process itself. 

Couldn't imagine a better way to stop at my weekend, when immersed into understanding (?) Kant and coming up with present ideas for my friend's birthday I landed in my kitchen in the middle of the day. 

The Spotify "Oldies but Goodies" playlist my father chose  started to play ain the background and when only some aroma of cocoa spread around my favourite place in the house, I knew I stopped for r e a l. 

As, you surely have observed, sometimes we can really deceive ourselves if we're really having some rest or not. Like, we sit at the coffee with a mate at local cafe, but still dive in the thoughts in the back of our heads. Neither of these actions make full sense at the end, so to make the whole thing simply more natural and enthusiastic, we should really find joy already on the track. 

When I was waiting for my amazing cake to be ready, my cousin called. My God, that was probably one of our best on-telephone talks I remember. It took about 1,5 hour, started absolutely spontaneously and I actually took no notice of the discouraging smell I literally faced, when holding my phone in one hand I used another to get the brownie out. 

See, it's all about it, to simply discover some happiness in the same preparation to targets we want to achieve. To get rid of something like deadline-waiting.

We cannot be fully sure how the things will end up, but we may control how much fun we get during the process. Have I mentioned I managed to read some poetry and finally come up with this idea for the gift also during baking? If I focused on the work and duties only and didn't let myself s t o p for a moment, I bet I wouldn't conside them at all. 

Irony is, that I finally tasted my red velvet brownie very late, when I was stuck in work for English classes. 

While reading an article to report as a task, I reached the last piece of the cake experiment in my mouth, drank quite a sip of warm milk and suddenly I grinned so frankly:

"find the meaning in the process" the author of the writing concluded at the end.

Then, what beetroot are you choosing to bake this Sunday? 

See you next week, 

Julia