I often get a second wind just before bedtime and begin packing away socks and knickers or firing off emails, or googling the most obscure celebrities or historical events.
Tonight I find myself unable to sleep, despite being very tired. It's likely to be the immodest slice of birthday cake, with its thick rind of royal icing, in celebration of my littlest brother's birthday.
Speaking of cake and birthdays...
It was mine exactly a week ago today! Above is the classic caterpillar cake I requested and gladly received, though I was devastated to find what was once a white chocolate face has been replaced with orange fondant. The horror!
Nevertheless, it was a lovely day, that in fact has extended, and given that a friend bought us afternoon tea to be had in November, it would appear I may have broken some kind of birthday celebratory record.
I love my birthday, I always have. To be honest, I just love an excuse to have lots of fun with all the people I love most and engage in all the things I love most, namely, eating, drinking and laughing loudly.
A couple of years ago, I started giving myself a word to carry forth into the new birth-year and I think this one will be 'focus'. I am so wanting to focus my energy on the things and of course, beautiful people, that bring me calm, joy or better understanding. Streamlining. Caterpillar cake aside, (because I KNOW we all love a slice of that), I think I'll be doing away with some of the wirey garnish, the faff. Clean and honest flavours. Soothing warmth or refreshing cool. Yes, please. More of that.
As has always been and will no doubt always be the case, cooking and eating have continued to ground me in amongst the chaos, soothed me in amongst the sadness, been a key component in celebration and love, and reminded me that even when we think we have veered completely off track, all is rarely lost.
To my fellow October babies,
peace and lurrrrve.