The husband was 41 yesterday. I was going to write a blog post about Love and The Older Man – My year of living and loving a man in his 40s with a Daily Mail type headline but that would be fully leaping into oversharing wouldn’t it? So I will tell you about his birthday cake instead.
I am not a baker. However over the years my children have tried to make me be one. We make the odd cake. Sometimes they are edible, sometimes the are not. Sometimes they resemble an actual cake, sometimes they do not. After years of reluctant attempts, I can manage a classic sponge. This is my limit. I follow the instructions it comes out nearly looking right and it tastes good. The sponge cake is my limit. It’s s my cake making zenith. Continue reading