SEVENTY

Yes, today I am a septuagenarian, seventy years old. (Please don’t say “seventy years young”—I find that too sticky-cute and somewhat insulting. I’ve earned my years.)

I made myself an applecake yesterday evening so that we could have it for breakfast after my run this morning. I used heritage pink apples gifted by a friend and the green ones that were in the crisper. I love baking and rarely have an excuse to bake other than bread, so this was fun. I made lemon curd the day before yesterday for a lemon pie this evening. We are having Dungeness crab mac&cheese for dinner and Gary has put a bottle of genuine Champagne in the fridge! Yes, it’s all about the food.
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THANK GOODNESS

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Three layers of vanilla sponge with strawberry jam and a lot of strawberry buttercream flavored with jam and powdered organic freeze-dried strawberries!

She liked the cake, though she was not expecting pink frosting—and to think how hard I worked to make it both pink and tasting of strawberries! (I cropped her from the photo to preserve her privacy, but my granddaughters, both of them as well as my grandson, are delightful!) She likes the white chocolate 8s best, I think. It was a flying visit, and we were pleased to see family.

This morning I have 17k words for NaNo, though I wrote barely 200 words on the birthday.