[356/365] birthday
Dec. 22nd, 2021 10:19 pmI'm full of cake (I made the traditional chocolate cake my mom would've if I'd been there, and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mother_bones made bittercream frosting flavored with the fancy hot cooca powders J had to leave here when he went to New Zealand, so it's chocolate and cherry-flavored) and beer so I'm so tired.
I really enjoyed making the cake this morning, dancing around to Christmas tunes in the kitchen, and just enjoying the familiar process and the smell of it baking.
I noticed that the pan I was using has what I'm pretty sure are my grandma's initials scratched into one side. This is the cake pan with a lid that slides on, it's good for taking stuff to church sales and potlucks and stuff. My mom writes her, our, last name on hers. I thought this pan I had was one of those but I guess she got it from my grandma. Which is also where this recipe (for "German chocolate cake" which it probably isn't or for "oil cake" which it is (as in, oil and vinegar doing a job more traditionally expected to be done by eggs; it means the cake is vegan even though it's made by people like my mom who honestly seemed to think veganism was an eating disorder when I first explained it to her) ) came from.
It's very touching, to have that kind of continuity in my life. I'm feeling very grateful for it lately.
Anyway, birthday. For months now I've been saying "I'm nearly forty, you know!", the way disgruntled old people round up their age to the next birthday sometimes, because I think it's funny. It was silly but it was fun. And I'm going to miss it because I can't do it any more! Because I am forty now!
"Now you can't make fun of me for being in my 30s!" I tolddiffrentcolours. Which he has been doing in the last few weeks.
"I can make fun of you for being in your early 40s! I'm nearly in my mid-40s," said the 42-year-old.
"When do your mid-40s start?" I asked. "When it's useful?"
"Yep!"
mother_bones made bittercream frosting flavored with the fancy hot cooca powders J had to leave here when he went to New Zealand, so it's chocolate and cherry-flavored) and beer so I'm so tired.I really enjoyed making the cake this morning, dancing around to Christmas tunes in the kitchen, and just enjoying the familiar process and the smell of it baking.
I noticed that the pan I was using has what I'm pretty sure are my grandma's initials scratched into one side. This is the cake pan with a lid that slides on, it's good for taking stuff to church sales and potlucks and stuff. My mom writes her, our, last name on hers. I thought this pan I had was one of those but I guess she got it from my grandma. Which is also where this recipe (for "German chocolate cake" which it probably isn't or for "oil cake" which it is (as in, oil and vinegar doing a job more traditionally expected to be done by eggs; it means the cake is vegan even though it's made by people like my mom who honestly seemed to think veganism was an eating disorder when I first explained it to her) ) came from.
It's very touching, to have that kind of continuity in my life. I'm feeling very grateful for it lately.
Anyway, birthday. For months now I've been saying "I'm nearly forty, you know!", the way disgruntled old people round up their age to the next birthday sometimes, because I think it's funny. It was silly but it was fun. And I'm going to miss it because I can't do it any more! Because I am forty now!
"Now you can't make fun of me for being in my 30s!" I told
diffrentcolours. Which he has been doing in the last few weeks."I can make fun of you for being in your early 40s! I'm nearly in my mid-40s," said the 42-year-old.
"When do your mid-40s start?" I asked. "When it's useful?"
"Yep!"