We are putting one foot in front of the the other with as much energy and spirit as we can muster to get into some sort of a groovy rhythm. As we wait life out. Entirely unsure of what to do and expect in the next moment... Hope slippage sucks!
As usual, I use food to try to bring a little bit of joy into our life (a no no as per my fitness magazine). The other day I made another French Yogurt Cake, the only cake I know that comes out in a half respectable way out of the oven... And for about a half hour, everyone was able to focus on the moist orangey cake in their mouths and talk of lovelier times. Later that night when Mr. Urban and I were alone and he had reached for a bit of the cake, I asked him what he thought of it. I wasn't sure if he had heard, but many minutes later, he said "it tastes like comfort".
And so it was that this afternoon my girl and I left for the farmers' market in the search of something comforting. An hour later we came back with three macaroons, a lovely bunch of dahlias and some organic sweet strawberries. We decided to make homemade strawberry jam for the lovely Mr. Urban.
We are all lucky to have each other (my mom, his mom, siblings... ). And we are also lucky to feel this sadness... after all "'Tis better to have loved"....
And so the moments go by...
Baking is definitely not my forte but I will bake a comfort cake in your honor, and if it is at all edible, we will think of you with every bite. We may be far away but know that we sympathize. xxx Bea
ReplyDeleteP.S. Please give a big hug to your gorgeous Urban baby!
Thanks Bea! I look forward to hearing how it goes, and the recipe :)
ReplyDeleteHugs to 3 of u!