Yesterday was my grandmother’s birthday party- full recap to come. This is my favourite part of any celebration. The day after. It’s when it feels the most like family being together. I am surrounded by a not so modest amount of left over food- there were a total of six cakes last night. Gifting cake is a thing apparently. So is giving people food to take home.

It’s like a private buffet. I am personally eating my way through one of the main cakes- one of the two official birthday cakes and the most superior, vanilla sponge with blue icing. I don’t know what it is about this place but they sure know how to nail a sponge cake light as air. The blue icing stains my hands though- I’m not sure what this is about. My whole mouth is blue. It is not graceful but I’m happy as fuck. Is this how people from not broken homes feel? What an interesting exercise in nuclear family.

this is my lucky 13th instalment!!! hooray. i am the superstitious kind so let’s also do one on superstitions next up. i have a back log of promised posts and lots on my mind. And there is not enough native coffee in the world to sustain me and native is the word they use for organic because last night my grandmother says to me “they did a good job cooking the pork, do you like it? it’s delicious because it’s native. I’m glad I ordered two”. She’s talking about a whole suckling pig. I told you it was a big thing. You’ll want to read about it.

XX SJ