Funny and snarky have left the building today. They decided they needed a day off, so instead you get to experience something new. A ride on Krysta's emotional hormonal roller coaster. Happy, happy, joy, joy!
When I was a kid I thought that there would be a monumental shift that occurred when I became an adult. Something that would make me feel 'adult' like. It didn't happen when I turned twenty one or thirty, for that matter. I still feel like I am 16. It didn't happen when I became a mom, you know the feeling of being responsible for someone else's well being, something that normally screams 'you are an adult now'. I had been caring for my brothers and sisters for sometime already, so becoming a mom was no big deal. I just did the math and I have been caring for someone in some capacity for over 21 years now. I am now 34 and more than half my life has been spend on the care of others. Instead of waiting to become an adult, I have been one before I even knew it. Rich uses a quote from White Christmas, 'George was born old.' to describe me but I never felt like I was an old soul or even adult like, until now.
Bittersweet: Producing or expressing a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I think that only an adult can truly understand the word, bittersweet. Yes, I am familiar with the chocolate, maybe even too familiar, and I knew the meaning for the word bittersweet but I didn't understand it. It took me 34 years to grasp the feeling and the emotions from that word.
I want to see my kids cut the umbilical cord and go do something. I see lots of parents who don't want their kids to spend the night at a friends house or play on the playground, lest they get hurt. I see parents who don't want their kids to walk around the block because they are afraid their kid is going to be kidnapped. I see parents who want their kids to go to college close to home. I get it but I don't like it. I'm trying to kick my kids out of the nest. I don't want them to have to take care of people for more than half their life, I want them to have a life I didn't have. I want them to be independent, explore, travel, meet all sorts of people, fall down and get dirty just so they know they have had an interesting life. I want them to do this before real life settles in around them. It's bittersweet to know I only have two more years with Katie before she takes off. But oh that flight will be spectacular! I will be watching with a smile on my face and tears in my eyes.
Another bittersweet thing is Katie's friend Catherine. Catherine has only been around here for a year or so. She's a senior this year and it will be hard to see her go off to college. I haven't had enough time to get to know her and didn't get to see her grow up like I did with Katie's other friends. I mean when a senior in high school comes over early on a Sunday morning with a fresh warm loaf of Olive Oil and Rosemary Cake, wouldn't you want to get to know her better?
Olive Oil and Fresh Rosemary Cake: (The Babbo Cookbook, Mario Batali)
3/4 cup sugar
2/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil
2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh rosemary leaves
1 1/2 cups unbleached, all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Spray a 10-inch loaf pan with cooking spray and set aside. In a bowl of an electric mixer, use the whip attachment to beat eggs for 30 seconds. Add the sugar and continue to beat until the mixture is very foamy and pale in color. With the mixer running, slowly drizzle in the olive oil. Using a spatula, gently fold the rosemary into the batter. In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, and salt. With the mixer on low speed, gradually add the dry ingredients to the egg mixture. Bake for 45-50 minutes, rotating the pan halfway through for even coloring. The cake is done when it is golden brown and springs back when touched. Also you know it's done when you do the toothpick trick. Allow the cake to cool briefly in the pan, then tip out onto a cake rack to continue cooling.
*Tasting notes: First of all I want to know why this is called cake and not bread and why is banana bread not called cake? Anyways, this cake was moist but light. Savory and sweet. The rosemary flavor isn't that strong but it's there. A very grown up cake but kids will like it too. Different but familiar. Happy but sad...bittersweet.