A Beach Cottage Anniversary

Howdy doody lovely blog friends, thanks for the pillow love…I knew you'd like my Coastal Cushions giveaway (btw it's open til Friday midnight so you can still comment to win). 

Guess what?  I'ts a holiday weekend here Down Under..it's Spring…it's warm and so we are going away for the weekend camping, and I am getting organised for that…nothing beats camping in Australia but for now in the midst of all of that, and ferrying various kiddos to all sorts of sporting activities, today, I've been making cake…which means it must be either an anniversary round here at the Beach Cottage or I must love Mr BC very much.  It's the former  

Today we hit fifteen years.

And he says he's gonna start a blog…

LifeWithACrazyWife.com. 

And that all your husbands would stop by!

You wouldn't wanna hear my reply.

Anyway he is out on business tonight and couldn't make lunch either so we made a date for breakfast this lovely hot Sydney morning – we headed out to the beach and sat right on the sea front, overlooking a beautiful sparkling ocean, ate poached eggs on sourdough and mused our new life by the sea…

When I got home I felt the need to whip up a little something because he simply loves cake, like really loves cake.  He eats cake standing up, straight from the cake tin, which drives me mad.  He eats cake with beer, which drives me mad.  And I've seen him sneaking it in for breakfast, which drives me mad. 

I so don't buy into this whole overly-celebrating thing that seems to go on nowadays…I mean what day will Hallmark invent next?  But at the moment I seem to be fervently enjoying all things home, being grateful for just plain old life stuff and so thought I'd celebrate by making cake.  I do realise that for some people there is nothing more restoring and meditative than staying at home and sifting, stirring and measuring, I however am not one of those girls.  You know I love to stay at home and yep sure, I can make a curry with my eyes shut, turn a plain old chicken into a feast and can throw a store cupboard meal without the blink of an eye.  But baking is a very different matter – it all just has to be so very precise and with my errm, how shall we say, slapdash manner, it just doesn't do it for me.  Baby.

I ended up today with a brownie recipe – one of the few recipes that I know will work.  I have about 4 or 5 of these up my sleeve, just so my kids get home baked Afternoon Tea and know cakes aren't born in plastic happy wrappers….but that is where my interest ends.  You won't find me tucked up under a quilt on the deck with a book about baking.

As I put it in the oven I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best and it turned out just right.  So I wrapped it up, added a little note and put it on the vintage trunk that he had the grace to go-with-the-flow on (yeah yeah I know you all tell me he's good like that, but then I told you I'm good at favours lol!!!) and while most of the time rolling his eyes and cooking-up a post for LifeWithACrazyWife he didn't say much at all.  

So tonight where we have our nightly ritual when he asks me if I'd like a bedtime cup of tea, vehemently hoping I will say no, and I nod, and he sighs, at least he will have homemade cake.  

That's love for ya.  

That's fifteen years of life.

p.s.  did you hear about the blogger trying to win a washer/dryer?  if not can you go here and simply leave a comment, she already has over 30,000 comments, yes sirreee that said thirty thousand but needs more by tomorrow so she wins?!