I decided, sometime during the final hours of 2011, that 2012 would be a year of change. BIG. EXCITING. CHANGE.
And it was. Not in the way I expected, but when does one ever really expect the changes that befall them.
(I should have known better than to pick that as a theme.)
“It’s a Rock n Roll themed dinner” came the emailed invitation. “But no need to get dressed up! Just bring along a dish that’s in the shape of a roll.”
“Why,” pondered I to Koji after clicking the accept button, “should it not be something in the shape of a rock or a roll? After all, if it were only rolls, wouldn’t it have to be called a Roll n Roll party?”
This week I turn the grand old age of no-longer-”mid-20s” and to celebrate I’ve decided to make my own birthday cake(s).
A variety of factors led me to do this, including:
a) my friends were too intimidated by the blog to make one for me;
b) I tend not to like shop bought cakes;
c) the cakes I do like from the shops are too pricey for my meagre budget;
d) I couldn’t quite accept the boy’s offer to make one for me (especially as he doesn’t actually like cake); and
e) my mum made mine last year (and I’m pretty sure her cake baking duties should have ended some years before that, perhaps at my entry into “late teens”).
Milk and cookies. Cookies and milk.
It’s never really been a winning combination for me, mainly because the consumption of large quantities of milk tends to result in me either:
a) breaking out in bouts of eczema (ages 2-11), or
b) curling up in a ball due to crippling stomach cramps (ages… well, always).
There’s a certain stillness that comes with the beginning of Winter. The realisation that yet another season has passed and that the year is no longer new.
And, while I sat on the outdoor deck contemplating just how much had already happened this year – things expected and unexpected, the usual and the stuff that turns your world upside down and in a completely new direction – I was accosted by a big gust of wind (in the way only a blustery squall can accost one) and snapped right back out of my reverie and into the world at hand.
