Last year in my 30s and a big girl cake
It was my birthday last week. I have lived 39 years on this earth. Thirty nine years. Holy moly. When I reflect on all the different phases I have gone through to get to where I am at this ripe age - it feels quite looooooooong. So many moments in there. Some fresh and clear, some cloudy and grey.
Honestly, I am amazed I’m still alive at some of the dangerous circumstances I found myself in. I mean really stupid unconscious shit I was, for some reason, drawn towards being a part of. Dated more than my fair share of insensitive self-involved but handsome assholes, drank too much, smoked too many cigarettes, always wanted to explore dramatic situations, dramatic people, experimented with some drugs and thankfully knew better to stay away from other drugs that took the life of many of those around me way too young. I grew up in Hollywood, remember? Where everything was like a fantasy and nothing seemed real enough to hurt. But it did, and I was, and I lived to tell many many many tales. Crazy, sad and fun tales that all made me who I am today so I guess I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, maybe just a few… :)
That’s what my 20s and 30s have been - figuring things out and surviving. And here I am, in the best place of my 39 years and what, you ask, did I want for my birthday? A bicycle. A freaking bicycle! If you know me, you will understand how out of character this actually is. I am not, if you haven’t guessed it already - an outdoorsy kinda woman. Not yet anyway. For one, I don't feel comfortable as I have no outdoor survival skills. I'd be the dumb ass who would run like hell if faced with a wild animal. But hey, I have a ton of city survival skills. Drop me off in the middle of the concrete jungle of NYC and I know how to survive. Get off at the wrong subway stop in a shady area and some girl wants to start a fight with me... No problem! My white ass knows how to survive. (Tell her you love her outfit and she’ll be thrown by the compliment. Worked every time!)
And now, with only 1 year left in my 30s, living in this beautiful little town with my beautiful family, I am finally enjoying life and living it instead of surviving it. SO here I am, a woman of 39, married to a man I never thought I would end up with and a mother to our 2 delicious kids. Here’s to a brand new year friends. The last year in my 30s (!!) I wonder what my 40s will be like. I can’t freaking believe I’m gonna be 40 next year. WTF?! Cheers.
Olive Oil Cake with Ginger Root, Dark Chocolate and Sea Salt
3/4 cup whole grain spelt flour 1 cup white spelt flour or all purpose 1/2 cup almond flour 3/4 cup muscavado sugar 1 1/2 tsp baking powder 3/4 tsp sea salt 3 eggs 1 cup fruity extra virgin olive oil 3/4 cup plain goat kefir or buttermilk 1 tsp pure vanilla extract 2 TB fresh ginger root, peeled and finely grated 5 ounces bittersweet chocolate (70% cacao), chopped into 1/2-inch pieces
a scant TB turbinado sugar a scant tsp flakey maldon sea salt
Preheat the oven to 350F. Rub a 9 1/2-inch tart pan with olive oil .
In a large bowl, whisk the flours, sugar, baking powder and sea salt until combined. Set aside.
In a medium bowl, whisk the eggs then whisk in the olive oil, kefir/buttermilk, vanilla and grated ginger.
Using a spatula, fold the wet ingredients into the dry, gently mixing just until combined. Stir in the chocolate.
Pour the batter into the pan, spreading it evenly and smoothing the top. Sprinkle top with some turbinado sugar and sea salt.
Bake for about 35 to 40 minutes, or until the top is golden brown, and a skewer inserted into the center comes out clean. The cake can be eaten warm or cool from the pan, or cooled, stored in an airtight container on the counter for 2 days.