Don’t panic, it is not me asking that question. This was a legitimate question posted on Twitter. When I spied that post, my jaw dropped and my fingers were ready to pounce. Fortunately I engaged what brain matter I posses, and used restraint. I ignored. And stewed away, nonetheless.
Is age a pre-requisite for the type of baking we enjoy. I have in my possession a copy of ‘Helen Jackson’s Kitchen’, penned obviously by Helen Jackson. Let’s use Helen’s book and some of the recipe selection therein.
Golden Coconut Meringues – sorry darling, coconut gets caught in my teeth. Old age has caused my gums to shrink and I have gaps that resemble canyons. Better pass on that one.
Coconut Ice Slice – ditto with the coconut dear.
Raspberry Frangipane Tarts anyone? Sweetie, I just came in from the garden. Do you really think I now want to eat a frangipane?
Lemon Cupcakes? I don’t know if my sight is good enough to peel off the paper cup dear. Be a dear and pass me the magnifying glass.
Luscious Chocolate Tart? I was just about to hit you with my walking sick. I thought you were calling me a lushy old tart. Where did I place my hearing aid?
In conclusion for the sweet, adorable young things amongst us (including myself):
I may not know my Harissa from Clarissa
Or know the difference between sumac and a tarmac
I thought Jus is juice just spelt wrong
And what do you mean by Macaron?
At end of day, food is food
To enjoy and savor, even if you have a brood
Age is not a pre-requisite for pleasure
Just swallow each mouthful at your leisure.