In a large mixing bowl, add: - 1 ½ cups all-purpose existential anxiety - 1 ¾ teaspoons philosophical meanderings - ½ teaspoon purple fatigue from the under-eye and beat and beat and beat for an hour or two or until the mixture becomes a pale periwinkle. In a separate bowl, cream together - 1 cup sticky nostalgia - 2 cups creamy moonlight, chilled then crack 2 large wet pupils, at max capacity, and mix, watching the salty yolks dissolve sugary memories, until time travel begins to make you sick. Then, stir in ½ cup sweat from folded creases and crannies, pour the batter carefully into a greased pan, and bake underneath hot cotton bedsheets.
While waiting, pluck 6 of the brightest stars out of the black sky, pound into flat sheets, then collect 6 pearls of hardened regret and wrap each in a star. When the cake turns a greenish-grey, uncover and top with star pastries and pink marshmallows from the early sunrise.
Inspired by HP member Roberta Compton Rainwater's "cuisine of the depressed"