40?
Pfffft.
It only gets better, Girlfriend.
Cakes reverse the ageing process.
Or rather, if you eat enough cake, you don't care how old you are.
True story.
When I turned 40 all my friends who were a bit younger had a good time at my expense (they even put banners and posters all over the office).
A few years later, when they were turning 40 . . . they were scared. One or two actually begged me not to do anything to embarrass them.
I, of course, uh, behaved. :-")
I could just about make a meal out of some good cornbread and butter.
I use those fancy-schmancy coated cast iron French skillets these days. I just don't want the trouble of taking care of a true cast iron one anymore.
My mother has a cast iron skillet that is like 70 years old. The thing is as black and as smooth as you can imagine.
I'd love me an iron skillet. It would be handy for keeping the family members in line. Especially now when both of them are on my last nerve.