Fun fact about me: I am short. My goal as a child was to reach over 5 feet, and by-golly I did it! Barely. Along with my oppositely challenged tall female friends, I share in some heartache that accompanies being anything but a comfortable 5’5”-5’7”.
I used to get in trouble A LOT for standing on the counter, but how else was I supposed to get a glass, or a bowl, or the cookies you tried to hide from me on top of the fridge, Mom? I broke a fair few drawers in my day using them as step ladders. That is until I developed enough upper body strength to pull myself up (thank you baby swim classes).
My clothes never quite fit right, and I am too cheap to actually get my pants tailored so I often ruin most of them… but not in the typical way. I spend most of my life in flip flops so I am always standing on the ends of my pants, neatly folded between my foot and the inside of the shoe. This leads to fray not along the hem, but in the middle of the lower back leg. And not just fray but giant gaping holes. That’s a look, right?!
My height also seems to give people the "OK" to just pick me and swing me around. And to call me “Cute!” While I appreciate you acknowledging my youthful glow, I am 30-years-old! I am not a baby you can hold or a child whose cheeks are just asking to get pinched. On my 21st birthday, I had to stand in front of the bar, while the bouncer called my ID # into the police department to check if it was real. Of course it’s real! Would I really stand here while you call the cops if it was a fake?
Of course there are advantages. I can always wear heels without worrying that I am going to be “too tall.” In big crowds where I need I to get to the front, I have a fairly easy time dipping below peoples elbows to get the perfect spot. When I pack for a vacation, my stuff always fits in a carry-on even if I am going for over a week… small person = small clothes. And most important to me, because I love a good cuddle, I fit perfectly into most anybody's chest for the perfect hug.
I can’t change my height. I am too old for those screw things in my legs at this point, I think. I have learned to embrace it, and in turn become very resourceful. Besides, even though he gave me these genes, I wouldn’t trade in my cute little father for anything in the world. So cheers and Happy Father’s Day, Jimmy-boy! I love you more than you probably know, even though you tried to trick me into thinking you skipped on the steroids the doctors recommended to make me taller. You almost got me… but I called Mom.
Recipe: Strawberry Shortcake with Lemon Poppy Seed Cake
The Bits and Bobs:
for the cake:
1 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/8 tsp salt
1/2 cup unsalted butter, room temp
1 cup sugar
1/4 cup whole fat greek yogurt
1/4 cup buttermilk
2 tbs lemon juice
1 lemon, zested
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
2 tbs poppy seeds
for the topping:
1 cup heavy cream
2 tbs powdered sugar
1 container strawberries, rinsed and sliced
Preheat the oven to 325°F. Butter and flour a bread loaf pan. Sift together the flour, powder, and salt in a bowl and set aside.
Cream together the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in the egg until just combined. Add the yogurt, lemon juice, zest, and vanilla extract. Mix until smooth. Mix half of the flour mixture and the poppy seeds into the wet ingredients for about 10 seconds. Then mix in the buttermilk for another ten seconds. Finally, add the rest of the flour mixture and continue to beat until combined.
Spread the batter out in the prepared pan and bake for 50-60 minutes. The edges will be a golden brown and will have slightly pulled away from the pan.
Allow the cake to cool before slicing.
For the whipped cream, beat the heavy cream until thick. Add the sugar then continue to beat until soft-medium peaks have formed. Serve a slice of cake with a healthy portion of cream and strawberries. Enjoy!