fizzy cake

That last muffin, the one that has sat around for nearly a week, everyone either too polite to take the final one or preferring the more recently baked brownies. Well, I thought I'd finish it off, and even though I could tell it was a bit fermented I thought I'd carry on. I'n hoping my gut won't regret it today, there was a definite fizz about it, the taste of which hung about in my mouth as I went to sleep.

I keep dreaming of new babies - maybe not surprising given my line of work, but I suspect it's more to do with new starts.

I only caught a smidgen of a radio piece about the emotions we can literally feel in our gut, and how what we eat impacts of our mental and emotional health. It's true that I feel things in my tummy - butterflies for example (not actual butterflies, obviously, being vegetarian. I know some people eat insects, but that thought in itself makes my tummy churn). I often talk to parents-to-be about the importance of lining our baby's gut with colostrum as it is so spongy and needs that natural coating - now I know we can feel emotions there it has me think there's lots more to consider.

But not right now, as I'm off for the last time to a particular clinic. I was reflecting with a friend at choir last night how lucky we are that we enjoy (for the most part at least) our work, that there are people who everyday dislike going, which to me seems such a shame when it takes up such a large portion of our existence. My newest blog reader has an interview today and I feel that fizz of excitement at the potential of a new job - new people to interact with, new challenges to rise to. (Here's hoping that fizzy feeling isn't just that muffin.)
...18 hours on and my tummy is fine so I think I survived the cake. Food tech this week brings us cherry crumble. Nom, perfect pudding on such a cold day, there won't be any of that left in a week's time!