Brianna's week. The coldest week of the year. Negative four overnight. Truck barely started. Worked four shifts this week at the plant. The line ran clean.
Pop's in the recliner. Tigers on. Sugar in range this week. Sunday at Mama's. She made greens with hambone the way she has since 1985.
Pot roast Sunday. Chuck. Onions, carrots, celery, garlic. Red wine and beef broth. Five hours low.
Aiden's 10. The youth basketball league. I'm coaching. He's the best player on the team and he knows it. Zaria's 8. Helps me cook on a step stool. Has opinions about the seasoning.
The week held. The kitchen held. The chain holds.
Filled the propane tank Wednesday. The smoker is the only appliance I baby. Wiped it down. Checked the gaskets. Checked the temperature gauge. The smoker is mine the way Pop's torque wrench was his.
Truck needed an oil change Saturday. Did it myself in the driveway. Took an hour. The neighbor across the street gave me a thumbs-up from his porch. I gave him one back. Detroit men do not waste words on car maintenance.
Aiden had practice Tuesday and Thursday. I drove. He shot threes for an hour after.
Watched the Tigers Sunday afternoon. Lost in extras. Detroit reflex. I yelled at the TV the way Pop used to yell at the TV. The TV did not respond. The bullpen will probably not respond either.
Mr. Williams across the street had a heart scare. He is okay. We are all watching each other now. I took him a plate of greens and chicken Wednesday. He said, "DeShawn. You're a good neighbor." I said, "We're even, Mr. Williams. You shoveled my walk in 2024." He laughed.
The Lions on TV Sunday. Lost on a missed field goal. Detroit. The neighborhood collectively groaned at the same moment. You could hear it through the windows.
Drove past Jefferson North on Tuesday. The plant is still the plant. The trucks coming out. I waved at the gate guard out of habit. He waved back even though he didn't know me. The plant is its own neighborhood.
The drive home Friday was the long way around. I took Outer Drive past the lake. The water was still. I do not always notice the water. I noticed Friday.
The grass came in fast this week. Cut it Saturday morning before the heat. The mower had been sitting all winter. Took three pulls to start. Once it ran, it ran. Some things just need patience.
Plant ran clean this week. The line ran. The body held. The paycheck is the paycheck.
The kids next door knocked over my trash cans Tuesday night. Their dad made them help me clean up Wednesday morning. Good man. The kids apologized. I gave them each a Capri Sun. Cycle complete.
The basketball court at the rec center got refurbished. New floor. Plays different. Bouncy. I shot a few from the elbow before practice Wednesday. The knee held. The shot fell short.
I read for an hour Sunday night. A book about the auto industry. Half memoir, half history. Made me think about Pop and the line and the fragile contract that built the middle of this country. I underlined the parts that hit.
Pop sat in the recliner Sunday. He fell asleep before the third quarter. We covered him with a blanket.
The block had a small drama Tuesday. Somebody parked in front of Ms. Diane's driveway. Ms. Diane addressed it directly. The car moved within the hour. The neighborhood polices itself on small things.
Stopped at Eastern Market Saturday. Got chicken thighs, bacon, a watermelon, and a pound of greens that I did not need but bought anyway. The vendors know me by name now. Three of them asked about the family.
The pot roast did what it was supposed to do — five hours low, the whole house smelling like garlic and red wine, Pop in the recliner, Zaria on her step stool giving me opinions about the seasoning. When a meal earns its place that completely, you want to close it right. Dr Pepper Cake is what I make when the week has been long and the table has been full. It’s the kind of dessert that doesn’t announce itself — it just shows up, warm and certain, the same way the people at that table do.
Dr Pepper Cake
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 35 min | Total Time: 55 min | Servings: 15
Ingredients
- 2 cups all-purpose flour
- 2 cups granulated sugar
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
- 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, cut into pieces
- 1 cup Dr Pepper (not diet)
- 1/2 cup buttermilk
- 2 large eggs, lightly beaten
- 1 tsp pure vanilla extract
- For the frosting:
- 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter
- 3 tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder
- 6 tbsp Dr Pepper
- 3 1/2 cups powdered sugar, sifted
- 1 tsp pure vanilla extract
- 1 cup chopped pecans (optional)
Instructions
- Heat the oven. Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease a 9x13-inch baking pan and set aside.
- Mix the dry ingredients. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, salt, baking soda, and cocoa powder until evenly combined.
- Make the soda mixture. In a medium saucepan over medium heat, combine the butter and Dr Pepper. Stir until the butter is fully melted and the mixture just comes to a simmer. Remove from heat immediately — do not boil.
- Combine wet and dry. Pour the hot butter-soda mixture over the dry ingredients and stir until smooth. Add the buttermilk, eggs, and vanilla and whisk until the batter is fully incorporated and glossy.
- Bake. Pour the batter into the prepared pan and spread evenly. Bake for 30–35 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean and the edges pull slightly from the pan.
- Make the frosting. About 10 minutes before the cake comes out, melt butter in a saucepan over medium heat. Stir in the cocoa and Dr Pepper. Bring just to a simmer, then remove from heat. Whisk in powdered sugar and vanilla until smooth. Fold in pecans if using.
- Frost while warm. Pour the warm frosting over the hot cake straight from the oven. Spread it to the edges and let it settle into the surface. Allow the cake to cool in the pan for at least 20 minutes before cutting — the frosting will set as it cools.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 460 | Protein: 4g | Fat: 20g | Carbs: 68g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 210mg