After years of trying to cultivate an image of The Diabetic Pastry Chef being a cool, calm, sophisticated brand image, my daughter Tara has convinced me to show you the real, behind the scenes glimpse of who I am.
She texted me frankly, “You’re old now, who cares?!”
Well, a little over a week ago when I was lamenting turning 70, she spent the better part of the day convincing me I wasn’t old, that I am still young. So, I still care!
Yesterday morning I entered the kitchen dancing while Tara was listening to some South African amapiano music while cooking up a storm. (I love to dance, and dance all the time.) She has always found my dancing to be hysterical and laughs all the time!
I redeemed myself later, though, when I baked a sugar-free banana-nut bread in a pullman loaf pan. Tara made a fantastic meal of curried chicken, brothy couscous and roasted herbed zucchini and peppers and showcased her cooking skills on her Instagram page. (Note: My daughter is not diabetic.)
So, friends, this is a typical day in my life; now you have no more illusions.
Just waiting for Dancing with the Stars to call!