Coffee spoons…

coffee spoons

A million moons ago while at university, a friend and I took a summer course in English Literature. While studying T.S. Eliot, the prof recalled a story where she woke up her husband and said, “Jeffrey! Are we measuring our lives in coffee spoons?” We thought this was a scream and have talked about it on and off for about thirty years. To commemorate my friend Peter’s visit here last weekend, we created this cake for a dinner party. I had purchased the spoons last year, knowing they’d be perfect for a cake for Peter. I was delighted to finally make it so.

Inspired from the T.S. Eliot poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

Rosy retirement

Chocolate Joan retirementMy friend Joan is retiring and I was asked to bring a cake for a wee celebration at the office tomorrow. Her favourite flavour is mocha and she loves flowers so mocha roses seemed just the thing. Twenty years at one place is pretty remarkable in this day and age. I hope Joan has a wonderful time in retirement.