My biggest blessing
At the grand old age of 32 I am now older than one of my best friends when she died.
When Vic was 31 she was fighting the bravest of battles against lung cancer. A battle she lost some seven months short of her 32nd in 2013.
By contrast I spent most of my 31st year pregnant with my much-longed for first child (my little Sonny Jim.)
And today I’m celebrating my 32nd – a year my darling girl Vic never reached – with my 4-month-old boy – a little lad she would have loved so much.
There’s a saying that getting old is a privilege denied to many – and it’s true. So today, rather than moan that I’m getting old, that I’m getting wrinkles, that the baby woke me up at 4am, I’m counting my blessings with my Sonny Jim giggling on my lap.
Happy birthday to me.
A note from beyond. Read Vic’s last letter here
From Cook: Tiger Prawns in a sweet chilli sauce with pan-fried garlic, sauteed red peppers and mangetout
I finished work five weeks before my due date and was super organised.
Figuring there wouldn’t exactly be much time for getting creative in the kitchen with a newborn, I spent days cooking up meals with plenty extra to freeze. (In fact, the night before my waters broke I was obsessively making Ferrero Rocher bites – I *might* have gone a little mad by this point!)
The last of this frozen food (kindly added to by my family in those first sleep-deprived-is-it-night-who-am-I days) was eaten this week.
And though Sonny Jim is sleeping much better these days, there just isn’t the time for cooking a lot of the dishes I used to.
Which is why Cook is now one of my new favourite things. Continue reading