I’m not far short of having eaten this many of my own birthday cakes. In the early years, they were dry-fruit concoctions encrusted in thick marzipan icing that would turn me green and blotchy until the light simplicity of a Victoria sponge bake made birthday teas something of a feast.
The titular alliteration is a reference to my 60th, which as the clock turns the decade, bells start ringing and I feel like a dazed boxer, thankful not to be out for the count. There’ll be no big bacchanalian bash but as the barometer promises dry and blistering, it will be a bus heading eastward, a visit to some time-warped gardens, bars and bottles, and an Iberian restaurant of gastronomic renown.
Best Before: I’ve gone from hippy chick to shabby chic, without the desperation of Botox, because being as we are is the most becoming! To celebrate this, I’m aiming for a series of 60 images from vintage to faded, starting with ‘best before #1’ – a fading peony bloom with a delicious ‘high contrast sepia’ overlay of chocolate silk.
I’m linking with the ‘B’ posters and the bountiful team at ABC Wednesday