A year after baking cupcakes for the very first time, I decided it was time to have a go at a full-sized cake. Having used Dan’s sister’s birthday as a reason for baking for the very first time, I thought the occasion, a year on, called for a bigger and better one!
As the clock struck midnight and took us into 2016 I didn’t make any New Years resolutions for the year because, lets face it, who keeps them? According tothis postthat looked back on 2014 or “the year I became an adult”, I planned to learn to cook and that definitely hasn’t happened yet…
I have been sleepwalking for as long as I can remember, and I am not alone. It is a relatively common thing to do, and according to research affects around 15% of children, whilst 30% of adults claim to have experienced sleepwalking at least once.
After writing a feature at work about a “A Sleepwalking Artist” – a guy who creates masterpieces in his sleep, which he sells for thousands (besides leaving paper and paint by my bed…) it got me thinking about my own sleepwalking experiences.
Since my first attempt at baking cupcakes, I have becoming something of an “expert”. I have experimented with fillings and toppings and learnt that buttercream icing is actually incredibly easy to make (and I definitely could have done thathere!) However, as that is all I could do, that is all I ever baked – sticking to what I know, for fear of stepping out of my comfort zone and messing it up. However, after baking them on countless occasions I started to get bored and decided I needed a new challenge.
I am currently stuck in a place where I look like a child and often get treated as such but I’m actually (unfortunately) an adult.
I’m 27 – teetering on the edge of mid to late 20s (some say late, I like to think mid) and heading towards the slippery slope that will hurtle me towards 30 and actual, real, can’t escape it any longer – adulthood. HOW and when did this happen?