|The coffee walnut cake.|
My daughter turned 21 yesterday. (For me, the 11th of September is about my little girl, whatever it means for the rest of the world.)
Monday, I spent making her birthday cake. There was a time when making a cake was just something I did when I was doing other things. Now, it's an entire day's project.
She wanted a coffee cake - something I didn't have a recipe for. I used a basic butter cake recipe (gluten free, so I could share it), and instead of the milk, used a mix of low-fat Greek yoghurt, and espresso. I added in a handful of chopped walnuts for some extra flavour.
Yesterday, I had a meeting for work in the morning, and dinner at a restaurant for her birthday last night. It was a good night. The food was good, the atmosphere was good. But by the end of the night, everyone could see I was struggling. (Even my ex-husband noticed that I wasn't well, which is astounding.)
Today? Well, I had to get up and eat breakfast so I could take my pills. Now, I'm going back to bed. I'm cancelling today. Maybe tomorrow, I'll actually have a day.