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watermeadow Mon 12-Oct-26 07:22:30

I haven’t made a cake for many months. I used to make splendid birthday cakes, donations to every cake stall and frequent batches for my family.
Sadly, along with so much else, it’s too much effort now. I feel my world is shrinking and there’s less and less I actually want to do. Old age, of course.

loopyloo Mon 12-Oct-26 07:37:24

I agree with you there!
Also I find if I make cakes I end up eating them and as a type 2 that's not what should be doing.
I do try to concentrate on what I can still do. Watch interesting tv, contact friends, read, do jigsaws, do half an hour in the garden.
You are not alone.

teabagwoman Mon 12-Oct-26 07:37:50

Yes watermeadow it does come as a blow. I too used to be a baker of cakes for all and sundry but age and poor sight have put an end to that. I’m trying to look back and be glad that I was able to do it and look forward and find other things that I can do now.

HelterSkelter1 Mon 12-Oct-26 07:43:30

Well the increasing cost of ingredients and oven electricity is a discouragement as well.
I have never been a cake maker, but so appreciate a homemade cake. If you lived near me I would give you a regular order for date and walnut, coffee and walnut, banana and walnut. Lemon drizzle. Anything with raspbereies and almonds. Iced cakes like birthday and wedding I am not keen on. I don't like hard icing.

What has actually put you off? No requests? Can't be bothered? Fussy recipients? Too tired?

I bought a banana and walnut cake at a church coffee morning and it was such a treat. It lasted me a week for teatimes with a cup of tea. So much nicer than a shop bought one. Maybe I will encourage myself.

NannyJan53 Mon 12-Oct-26 08:02:09

I did make an apple cake yesterday with a crumble topping. Found it very frustrating and didn't enjoy it like I used to. So I think I am on the way there to not bothering.

Cossy Mon 12-Oct-26 08:12:41

You really are not alone, please don’t give up, despair or be sad.

Sometimes at my lowest ebb I suddenly remember I’m still actually still alive, I have a roof over my head none can removed and warmth, food, family and friends.

No wealth, but what many of us have, money simply cannot buy.

Sometimes we have to stop, and remember what we do have.

Today, as every day, DH is out with our ageing and rather smelly cocker spaniel. I have three naughty mini sausages here (Daxies) on my bed, whilst I wait for DH to come in and bring me a lovely hot coffee, fresh from beans, in my lovely warm bed where I’m currently typing to all you lovely Gransnetters.

Let’s be grateful for what we do have and try hard not to mourn our losses. flowers 🩵🙏💕