Maybe it was meeting a girl I knew at school and being shocked to see that she was now a middle-aged lady.
Maybe it was visiting a playgroup run by my mother's old schoolfriend, where the Little Lattes appeared like giants next to the other children, and I had more in common with the older ladies who were running the tea urn than with the fresh-faced young mothers.
Maybe it was going to the Eldest Latte's school disco and finding out that 9 year olds knew all the words to rock songs I had never even heard.
Either way, I needed a way to feel better about myself.
So I made a new cake.
After all, there was a time when I couldn't bake. Imagine that! All those joyless years are over now. I have mastered lemon drizzle; I have mastered chocolate. Coffee and walnut is a doddle to me.
Today I made honey cake. Because I am young and experimental. Because I am spontaneous and not too elderly to learn exciting new skills.
See the years fall away from me with every bite.
yet again baking is the cure for all problems, the honey cake sounds divine.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure honey has anti ageing properties.
ReplyDeleteBetter eat another slice and see if it's true.
What an enjoyable blog you have - fun to read!
ReplyDeleteDid you really eat all of that cake?
ReplyDeleteRespect.
I've been having that feeling lately too. Frequently. Everyone who told me turning 40 was no big deal, and I'd feel no different, was lying, LYING I tell you! Pass the cake, please ...
ReplyDeleteOh, I love the idea of baking your way out of a midlife crisis! Although, if I was baking voluntarily, I think my family and friends would think I was headed to some kind of crisis!
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ReplyDeleteRest assured one is never too elderly to learn exciting new skills.
B.C.