There are very few certainties in life, aside from death and taxes, as the saying goes.
As I grow older I find I become less certain, less opinionated, more easily swayed. I know this is not true of everyone, many people become more sure of their thoughts and views as time passes, I suspect it may be particular to this stage of motherhood. As the boy works his way through age 12 I find my firmest certainties tested on a regular basis.
I can no longer can be sure of his clothing tastes, it seems Gap is grounds for playground bullying and even buying underpants or socks is fraught with difficulty. I pace the store, pick up, put down, not sure. Not sure.
Food is surprisingly tricky too, why did both my children develop a strong hatred of bananas at around age 6, a food they were practically weaned on. I know for certain that during the toddler years I never left the house without an emergency banana in my bag yet now they visibly gag and bananas cannot even be absorbed in undercover, chocolate covered disguise.
The Tomato Tart greeted with glee one week will be heckled with abandon a month later.
But this I know for sure, my Apple Cake is loved by the boy. It is in his top 10 of favourite foods and for a boy with a top 100 this is no mean feat.
This cake will not win the beauty prize it is a homely sort of cake, a hint of almond and dense, damp apple sponge are its secret weapons. A cake for tea, a cake for after school, a cake for lunch boxes. A cake certain to please.