No, it isn’t! I look 14 in that picture.
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This is more what 54 looks like:
At any rate, I am, indeed 54 today and it is hitting me hard.
I’m not sure why. Normally, it’s the 5s and the 9s that get me. When you reach the midpoint of a decade, you’re no longer in your early whatevers, you are solidly there. I’ll never forget checking some box on a form saying I was 25-34 instead of 19-24. I suddenly felt like an adult and I wasn’t ready.
And on the 9s, I tend to evaluate whether I’m on track to meet my goals for the following years. You know, when I’m 30, I’ll blah, blah, blah. Inevitably I’ll realize there’s no way for me to have two children in the next year – one boy, one girl, two years apart – and I’ll fall into a depression.
Perhaps this year it’s a combination. I’m solidly in my mid-fifties here, I’m none too pleased about what that’s doing to my body, and just like when I was 25, I still don’t feel entirely like a grown-up.
So I made a cake. And not just any cake, but the Red Velvet Cake with Buttercream Icing, the traditional cake my mother used to make for me on my birthday many years ago. This is an important step for me in helping me feel like I’m truly a grown-up because I have never made a cake from scratch before. I know! It’s shocking.
My sister sent me the recipe as a series of photographs:
However, if you want to follow along, I’ll include the recipe here.
Red Velvet Cake with Buttercream Icing
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