On Sunday my daughter turned one and determined to mimic the ultimate domestic goddess Nigella Lawson I set forth to make my first cake. I mean how hard could it be? Well, 'very hard' my husband subtly announced as he attempted to carry the brick 'his words' from our kitchen to the living room his legs giving out underneath him while singing Happy Birthday in front of all our guests. He then lay on the floor laughing so hard the rest of our family following suit. Lucky for me my mother who had left the week before from a long stay, had prepared a cheese cake 'just in case' which everyone devoured licking their lips. I blame my mother she didn't teach me well.
Gracie had a ball she no idea what was going on but revelling in all the attention. In the midst of the party and at the exact moment she had everyones attention she got up and walked clear across the room! I fear she is just like her mother and a born actress, heaven help us all. She has been walking ever since and has me in a panic every time she runs for the kitchen and our heavy concrete floor shouting 'na na's!' Gracies word for anything that is food or juice, derivative from 'banana'
Meanwhile I write on my Gracie days off, only two days a week but precious every one. I got my first commission, a piece for a Sunday paper the photographer flying in from sunny LA tom to shoot me in foggy SF. Somehow it should be the other way round, but it will make the piece nice and moody only its meant to be light and sunny! I finish this as the sun is setting over the ocean and I head back to my daughter and her squeals and the latest episode of Flash Forward. Thank you mum I'm hooked!
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