Floating Along

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The days are really blurring together. My mind is but a facsimile of what it once was – I reminisce about my old brain. A friend emailed me asking me if chemo brain was anything like mama brain – she is a new expectant mom – and I thought, shite, no. For me, mama brain came from the sleep deprived zombie nights, nursing Teddy at all hours and keeping him happy and non-crying. Chemo brain comes from having your brain fried up like offal cuts on poison drugs! But what a difference a cream puff can make, right?! My dear sis brought me a box of my fave Vancouver cream puffs the night before my second round of chemo. I chowed down through those creamy crispy crumbly textures and flavours. Closed my eyes and ate through the anxiety.

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Oh how I miss my artful bowl cut, as seen above, during my very first chemo treatment in April… At the time I was so sad to chop my long black hair into the short little ‘do six weeks ago but now I am a solid believer in the short cut. Casual times, no muss, no fuss, no hair drying and no products! But now… NOW I am so sad that my little bowl cut is gone. Because this happened: 

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My hair was starting to float down like dog-shedding snowflakes, raining hard on my bowl cut parade. Then it began pulling out in huge chunks. And I couldn’t stop pulling at it because I was so fascinated/disturbed. So the time came to shave it off like a teen lawnmower. I was trying to stay thrice removed from the head shave, just mentally floating above, peeking in… I asked Rich to crank some metal and I was trying to stay tough. I was doing ok, laughing even, mostly in shock, until we cut off my bangs – my precious bangs! I’ve had my black bangs for TWO DECADES. A friend once described them to me as my signature look so I glomped onto that idea. When they floated away to the floor in a shaved off heap the tears started pouring down my face.

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Looks. Playing with my newfound looks – thug fisherman meets Ian Mackaye. I walked in behind a woman and her two children going into the Ladies Washroom wearing this and I got a freaked out double take. It was so disconcerting and bizarre that I had frightened her – I had forgotten that I wasn’t a long haired lady-looking woman anymore…

chemo head scarf

This is me right before my second chemo. Chiquita Banana meets Rosie the Riveter, perfect since I am yellowy Chinese AND a feminist. The scarf is light as a feather and colourful and made me feel a little less thug life man-about-town. My red lipstick always helps.

chemo wig hat toque

THIS look – this is my wig! It looks exactly like my old hair … it’s so bizarre though, holding it up, it feels like I’ve scalped someone – wigs are creepy. And SOOOO hot. This wig, with the cotton toque on top, it feels like I’m walking around with a bonfire on my head.

ice cream lamp

I have been the recipient of so many incredible acts of kindness and love. It gives me hope in humanity and makes me count every blessing and friendship and family member. My sweet little boo holding the soft serve ice cream lamp a group of friends gave to me to cheer me up. LOVE it. So silly and fun and perfect because I am a maximum conehead.

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This incredible spread … including the gorgeous flowers … from my neighbor – chef and mama Julie of Kitchen Culinaire, who also happens to have an incredible Instagram and blog… Her work makes me want to be a better cook…

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Cake. It’s always on my mind, Willie Nelson style. My forever love affair. Making lists of new cake ideas, but listless in my energy and abilities… which makes me upset, anxious, depressed … I know my shitty energy and feelings of chemo-syrup-head won’t last forever. But it’s depressing to me to not have the ability to create at the moment …

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Like this happy chappy catbus cake. Sometimes I just have to go back in time and look at the work I’ve made and know that I’ll get back there soon.

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Right now I’m just floating along. Like this silly fish cake. Glub glub. I feel like a fish face, round and puffy, maybe a fish trapped in a tank at a Chinese restaurant. Lying in bed, watching Mind Of A Chef, surfing Instagram and posting little things and interacting a bit, impulse shopping and being a general idiot. My Brillo pad hair rough against my pillow, headphones in, drifting in and out of sleep, snacking on crackers and warm water. I’ve been trying to listen to Just Kids by Patti Smith but her voice is so soothing I’m out like a light and have slept through several chapters. Hoping to get out of this fuzzy phase of chemo round 2 and come out into the sunshine, maybe turn the oven on, bake something, take a few pics… ambitious, but possible. I’m still happy though … I have so much amazingness in my life… but can’t help but feel down sometimes still… Thanks as always for the kind words – I am hoping you are all doing well! xo Lyndsay 

Cheetah Cake Cuteness + Children

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Meow mix! I made this buttercream cheetah cake for a sweet little girl named Shyloh, at her request of course. Man do I love kids. I’ve always thought they are hilarious. But maybe I actually love people at every age. The elderly fascinate me with their decades of stories, memory and history locked behind years of wrinkles and spotted hands. I envy innocent children and their outlook of the world, unbroken by shite or meanness or heartbreak, happy to run around and laugh or play with a rock or get dirty in a sandpit for hours. Teens with their awkwardness and gangly limbs and acne and can’t-keep-up acronym text-slang. Newborn babies even fascinate me with their ability to endlessly blast super gross poo into diapers and cry and NURSE from a mother’s breast.

Breastfeeding! It’s awesome. It’s free, it’s super nutritious, and those tender, going-mental 3 am feeds can be soothed by the gentle snuggle and quietude of a baby nursing, nourished by its own mother’s milk, gulping it down like a fat fish then conking out on top of you.

I could be mildly obsessed with breasts lately, forgive me – you think about what you might lose when you’re in the midst of breast cancer treatment.

buttercream cheetah cake by coco cake land

We have one beautiful, hilarious child and we had hoped for more. In fact, we had been trying to have another one for almost a year – Teddy was conceived very quickly, and my sisters are like fertile rabbits with no trouble conceiving – and I so wished to have a sibling for Teddy, as I grew up with two sisters and love them dearly.

Cancer’s been effing with me.

Once I start chemo my fertility will basically be fried. For some reason I imagine a sizzling frying pan of sunny side up eggs. Chemo’s going to fry up my egg follicles and I’ll be dry as a bone in the ovary department. Extreme bummer.

When I first got my diagnosis back in January, I was also given the news that due to the treatments I’d be receiving, it would be highly unlikely that I could have a baby later. So we frantically did a round of in vitro fertilization – IVF, they call it – science’s little miracle, with the incredible ability to help people who are having difficulty conceiving naturally to bring the sources together – egg and sperm – grow them into an embryo, and implant it surgically back into a uterus. Bonkers, right? I wasn’t going to have the embryo implanted of course, but we wanted to freeze embryos for later usage, after my cancer treatments were over. I was so hopeful! I imagined tiny little Teddys being created, stored on ice for five years, where we could retrieve those tiny babies and grow them later. Two weeks of injecting medication via needle into my stomach fat, debilitating fatigue and prayers for eggs. Egg extraction day arrives – and yes, they extract the eggs out of your lady parts. Then they fertilize the eggs with sperm and wait for them to grow. Every day you’re waiting on a phone call to see if your miniscule microscopic babies are still growing. By day four, only one embryo remained – and by day five, they had all seized. It all came crashing down on me – no more children. No more Teddys. It was such an emotionally painful experience. Maybe I had been too optimistic, too hopeful.

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In February I went through my surgery. Two weeks after my surgery, I met with my oncologist – and she felt that it would be ok to try IVF one more time – it would be the last attempt for me. So the results of this round will be very final. I may very well have no more biological children, which I admit is shattering. At the same time, having one little guy has been pretty great. Maybe we’ll get a dog in a few years and a couple of cats to fill out the house, or think about other options later. I’m crossing my fingers and knocking on wood for embryos to freeze – which is a very weird thought – I am living in an episode of Star Trek: Fertility Blaster right now. Infertility is pretty common – and a lot for women, their partners, and families, to deal with. It can feel shameful, or abnormal – but it needs to be met with openness, kindness, empathy and support.

This cute faced cheetah cake made me think of how hilarious kids are – an almost 5 year old kid being so specific and asking for a cheetah cake with a flower on its head? TOO CUTE.

Six months to Teddy’s third birthday and he’s already talking about his birthday cake. He said he wants a “brown bear cake” this year. His favourite colour is BROWN. His cousins sort of told him his favourite colour was brown a while back and he glomped on to it. He wants me to get a “brown motorbike and brown motorcycle helmet.” He asks everyone he meets – “do you like brown?” Also, he is obsessed with chocolate, and chocolate is brown … and he does love a good poo joke.

Yup. That’s my kid. Poo jokes and all…  xo Lyndsay

Stressballs 2015 + Peppermint Chocolate Cake

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Yep. Everyone wants to be looking at a super rich, dark drippy thick chocolate peppermint buttercream cake right now. December holiday weight gain, I laugh in your face – because yes, you won, you magnificent butter, chocolate and cheese stuffed bastard! I did indeed make this peppermint chocolate cake for my husband’s birthday in December. Dark chocolate cake layers, cool mint frosting and the drip. I used the same chocolate cake recipe from my birthday cake back in November. I know everyone’s nibbling steamed kale and power-juicing dragon fruit these days. I get it. January is some painful, muffin top times and it’s hard to look at cake.

chocolate cake with peppermint buttercream

So why Stressballs 2015!?? Not only stressballs but also SUPER DUPER CAKE EXCITEMENT … because … djembe and bongo drumroll with a dreadlock on top…

I’m writing a cake book!

Yippee!

Hooray!

Yesssssssss!!!

OMG!

Yikes!

Eeks!

OH MY GAD I have a manuscript due.

PAIN! PAIN! Excitement, yet PAIN! FEAR! MORE EXCITEMENT!

This is my brain on cake book!

Honest to goodness, heavens to Betsey Johnson this is seriously my dream come true. My cake book will be coming out of the closet in 2016, published by the very excellent Roost Books.

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So … all I’m sayin’ is… there could be a teensy bit less of Coco Cake Land in the next little while. It might be because I am rolled into a tiny ball crying in the corner of my house covered in buttercream. It might be because I am jettisoned with cakecitement, hyper on green tea and power-editing photos. But it’s definitely not because I don’t love you guys, and my sweet precious blog. No, if my blog were a pet, it would have feather stuffed satin pillows to sleep on and rib eye steak for breakfast. It’s simply because I will be sweating (and swearing) daily in the exciting and stressful production of my cake book! I’m a roller coaster of emotions! Seriously, dream come true – when I was a kid, I would write fake “about the authors” about myself, scrawled on the back of a stack of loose leaf paper stapled hastily together and written in ball point pen. I am truly thrilled to have embarked on this endeavour!

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To de-stress and de-frizzle my brain, I’ve been deeply enjoying reading M.F.K. Fisher. I picked up a copy of The Art Of Eating at a used bookstore close to my place and it’s a collection of 5 of her books, including How To Cook A Wolf, Consider The Oyster and The Gastronomical Me. Written in 1937 onward, it’s fascinating to read, and calming, because I am calmed somehow by reading about Aunt Gwen’s Cold Shape (ingredients include 1 calf head, quartered). I’ve always loved reading recipes in books, whether I end up making them or not. And reading about how to economically shop for and cook a particular sludge-like dish simply so your family will not starve to death during war-sanctioned food rations puts into perspective the excess and mind-blowing food wastage that happens today. Plus M.F.K. is m-f-ing brilliant. Her writing transports, and makes me chuckle, and nod and be like: Yes.

Another de-stressor is reading this: Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar. I forgot how gut-bustingly funny this is. It’s a spoof of poor Guy Fieri’s restaurant menu. I find Guy Fieri disturbingly endearing, bleached spiked hair and 90s Smashmouth and all. He both delights and disgusts (in the way he wolfs down food so horrendously gluttonously) yet he’s got his own plastic sunglasses charm.

Ok I promise my book won’t be so all over the place as this blog post. I’ve got a really nice and smart editor who’s gonna whip my butt into Cold Shape. (he!) Happy January, my sweet blog friends! xo Lyndsay

My Faves This Year: Coco Cake Land Best Cakes Of 2014!

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pingu, pinga and robbie the seal cupcakes by coco cake land

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What a year. It flew by in a flash. I’m worried life’s going to continue on this mega fast path. Pretty soon I’ll be Old Lady Lyndsay with an angular blunt short hair cut, wild glasses and a flannel jumpsuit dictating cake instructions to able bodied assistants. 2014 ruled pretty hard – I met so many great bloggers and new buddies! So here’s to you, blog pals! Thanks for being along for the cake-filled ride – presenting Coco Cake Land Best Cakes Of 2014! GO!

courtesan au chocolat recipe

Loved doing this courtesan au chocolat OMG choux party with the lovely Molly and Renee!

bunny cake with bunny cupcakes

Orange bunny cake, as requested by a little girl and her sis! CUTE!

raspberry buttercream wedding cake

I played a large part in SETTING UP A PAIR OF FRIENDS all the way to the ALTAR! BOO-YAHHHH!

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The Japanese Canadian Kim Gordon. ‘Nuff said.

octonauts cake

When a photo of a little boy named Weston made me cry and giggle with glee – delighted with his gluten free Octonauts cake!

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Take me down to Ruffle Town with this ruffle cake tutorial!

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Cutest orange fox cake! 

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Butt naked cake. How to make a naked cake tutorial!

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This Sixteen Candles themed cake was a fun shoot!

blue bear cake and birthday garland

My Teddy’s blue bear bear cake for his second birthday!!! Love love love.

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Pink and avant garde shard-y cake for my sis Shelley and a tutorial!

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Who can resist a saucer eyed dazed and confused blazin’ on life PANDA BEAR CAKE. 

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One of my favourite faves of the year: TOTORO CAKE tutorial for TOTORO WEEK with I Am A Food Blog!

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Party’s not over til the pineapple cake sings!

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Another year older, a few pounds chubbier after this PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CAKE RECIPE!

Little gorilla cake

I loved how this Little Gorilla cake turned out!

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My take on a Disney Frozen Princess Cake!

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Possibly my very favourite of the year - PINGU CAKE!

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Party like it’s 1994 cake – I loved this post!

grey owl, white cat and pink dog cakes

A collection of crazies.

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I’m so pumped for what 2015 will bring! Wishing everyone the happiest of new years – what’s one of your new year’s resolutions?? xo Lyndsay 

Lillie’s Pinkest Partiest Pink Party Cake!

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We’re blessed with some pretty great friends here in Vancouver, many of whom now have little ones – which means adorable playdates galore! Yani and Paul have the cutest little Lillie. Lillie’s request for her birthday cake: the pinkest, partiest cake … with raspberries!

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pink party cake - coco cake land

Lillie had a tumblebus birthday – a bright yellow school bus rolls up to your residence, outfitted inside with a full mini gymnastics gym! Kiddies board the bus, the door groans shut behind them and two instructors guide the kids through games, lessons and fun. Yani and Paul hosted brunch with mimosas and quiche for the parents upstairs in their apartment while the kids were safely gymnastics-partying on the bus. Pretty sweet set up!

raspberry and meringue topped pink party cake

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This pink party cake had surprise pink insides, too! Pink vanilla cake layers studded with fresh raspberries, vanilla buttercream and raspberry jam filling, topped with more berries and homemade pink meringue kisses. Loved making this special cake for a sweet little monkey. Happy 3rd birthday Lillie – Teddy and I are sending you and your mama loads of love! xo Lyndsay 

Can I Get A Noot Noot: Pingu Cake + Cupcakes

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This past summer I wanted so badly to make Teddy a Pingu cake for his birthday. Every time I’d ask him what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday, he would tell me he wanted a BLUE BEAR BEAR CAKE. FINE, toddler child o’ mine. I know it’s your birthday and not mine!!! A blue bear cake you asked for, a blue bear cake you received!

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Happily, just a few months later, a VERY COOL SET OF GRANDPARENTS emailed me to see if I could make a Pingu cake and cupcakes for their grandson Neo’s 2nd birthday. Yes, Neo. Very rad name. So I got to fulfill my dream of making Pingu cakes!! This order was so fun – it reminded me of my olden days of cupcake making, when my whole jam was making cute animal cupcakes and matching cakes.

noot noot - pingu cake by coco cake land

I don’t really take on orders like this anymore because: 1.I’m old and tired. 2. They are a LOT of work! But dang it, when characters are this cute … I literally squealed like an excitable Vietnamese potbellied pig when I put together Pinga‘s little face.

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Watching Teddy watch Pingu makes me smile (maybe cry?) with joy. When my little son busts out into a hysterical giggle fit because Pingu physical-comedy-splatted on the ice or when a flying fish lands on Pingu’s head – oh boy oh boy. Plus, there’s always lessons to be learned in non-verbal gobbledygook stop motion animation – for example, don’t let a seagull shit on you constantly, burp with glorious abandon, love your family and little sis, explore the world around you, be a sweet and empathetic penguin … LESSONS, guys. I’ve seen a LOT of Pingu, let me tell ya.

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pingu cupcakes by coco cake land

On another note… man alive, was I surprised and happy to be featured on Buzzfeed a few weeks ago! I dunno if my cakes are truly the cutest cakes on earth but thank you so much for saying so! I sort of had to build up my blog and “cake rep” again on the internets, after I quit blogging for a year and disappeared into a hole of depression – So it’s been a real nice feather in my cap to be recognized around internet town lately. Thanks also to Yahoo Food for loving on my rainbow cat cake, and for asking me to do a holiday food-lovin’ gift guide, too! If you want to read “watermelon coming out of my ladyzone” and delight your eyes with cheeseburger wrapping paper all in one blog post, it’s a must-read!

pingu, pinga and robbie the seal cupcakes by coco cake land

Hope you’re all enjoying/surviving/snacking your way through December…and thank you to the Scherzers for the great Pingu order! Noot noot, y’all!!! xo Lyndsay

As Frozen As I Get: Frozen Princess Cake For Chloe!

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Wide eyed children the world over have been swallowed by a sparkling glittery blue and white snow covered amoeba called Frozen. This amoeba warbles and wobbles into the minds of the kiddies, etches a catchy and intense song into their brains and causes widespread capitalist pandemonium at shopping malls. This CAKE! This is my Frozen princess cake, made for my sweet friend Phanie‘s daughter Chloe’s birthday!

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Cool things about Frozen: 

1. It’s about the love and super powerful bond between two sisters.

2. It’s not the kiss of some doofus prince that saves the life of one of the sisters, but in fact the true pure love of sisterhood that saves the day.

3. Olaf the snowman is pretty funny. Poor dude fantasizes about hot weather. Reminds me of my melted snowman cake.

4. I like that shade of blue. Pantone should name next year’s colour of the year Frozen Blue.

Uncool things about Frozen:

1. Those princesses are still thinner than icicles. Waistline check, please, Disney. Plus, those little Asian baby girls who looove this movie – their eyes will NEVER be as saucer-big as those princesses. That is some cry-inducing eye envy right there.

2. Prince Hans is a dinkus but you don’t really see that coming, sadly – he seems cute and charming and like he’s a good singer. But NO. He’s a MAJOR WIENER.

3. The trolls are so unpopular. I have never seen one troll toy or doll nor have I seen a “troll from Frozen” cake. Guys, trolls are COOL.

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I finally saw Frozen last Spring, on my sister’s Ipad, while I had a bout of coughing induced insomnia. Did I cry a little? Yes, I did. Yes, Frozen is an animated movie. Gimme a cool break – I have two sisters, guys! That love is REAL!

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What makes me cry with cuteness even more… is really how much the kids do LOVE this movie, capitalist machine and all – because I remember being a child and glomping on SO hard to:

1. My Little Pony

2. Transfomers (Deep tomboy tendencies)

3. Barbie and the Rockers (WHY does only Ken play guitar!? Sheesh!!)

4.He-man: Masters Of The Universe (He-man’s pageboy haircut! I aspire to it.)

You’re only a kid once. And seeing the joy and excitement on Chloe’s face is too too much cuteness overload. So why deny the Frozen. Check out Chloe’s Frozen Party here - by one of my favourite mama bloggers, Phanie.

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Phanie is all the things: hilarious, gorgeous, creative, sweet, funny, dead honest, and she lays it all out there – the incredible days and the dark days of motherhood, creative life, everything. I wish I could be more like that in my writing and I admire that so much in Phanie – check out her blog Gang Of Four. She’s about to blast out a THIRD BABE into the world too – amazing!

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So there you have it. My Frozen princess cake – cute little meringue kisses and all! All my love to your sweet family, Phanie! And happy happy birthday Chloe! “Let it gooooooo….!” xo Lyndsay

Party Like It’s 1994 – Pink Rosette Cake + A High School Reunion

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Cakes with roses remind me of high school. Sheet cakes with electric blue borders and custard filling, Safeway cakes with hastily piped roses, cheesy flowers like the carnations and baby’s breath I had delivered to the ex-boyfriend who crushed my heart after I heard he broke his leg during a football game.

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Memory one: using my sister’s expired passport to get into Starship Nighclub on Kingsway in Vancouver. I wore sheer black Betsey Johnson pants with a large pink floral print, giant hoop earrings and a half top. We bought orange juice at Safeway for mix and chugged it in the car while my girlfriends smoked cigarettes. Why are teens in such a terrible urge to grow up? If I could tell my teenage self to cool it, I would’ve. It was always such a push and pull between childhood and adulthood for me.

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Memory two: the taste of my after school snack. Every day we’d get off the bus and stop at 7-11 and I’d get a bag of salty Sun Chips, a pink lemonade (some weird Canadian brand) and either a sleeve of white powdered mini donuts or a package of Hostess cupcakes, the chocolate one with “creme” filling and the white swirl on top. My metabolism was on fire in those days.

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Memory three: Being voraciously hungry/thirsty after basketball practice and coming home from school and pouring the largest glass of milk possible. Chugging it and ruining my appetite for my mom’s ground beef spaghetti and iceberg lettuce with watery-sweet Catalina dressing.

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So yeah … I survived my 20 year high school reunion over the weekend. It was the most surreal experience. I was nervous going – clammy hands, even. Would the bitches still be bitches? Would my old crushes look like shit? Would people hate ME for some reason?? I was throttled with high school-y like thoughts and obsessions. I had skipped the 10 year reunion because at the time it hadn’t been long enough since high school ended. I was a “different person”, I’d discovered feminism and critical theory – basically I thought I had moved on and was too cool. But 20 years later, as I approach my 38th birthday, with a husband of 8 years and a 2 year old son and 20 years of life-living between me and high school, this time I was drawn to it and I wasn’t sure why.

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It turned out to be soooo hilariously fun, deeply surreal, like stepping into a time warp. Seeing some of my old friends, it felt like yesterday. I sweated through my chambray shirt ripping it up HARD on the dancefloor to some brutal 90s tunes. I hugged and took pictures with everyone. I drove home happy and finished the banh mi that was waiting for me in the fridge. I was fraught with feelings afterward – like, why did that affect me so much? Why did seeing all my old boyfriends bring back giddy emotions, from disgust to giggly fondness?

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For the days after the reunion my brain was fritzing with memory after memory, washing back up onto shore like long lost message bottles. So I processed the shit out of my feelings and came up with this: As a teen, you’re a disgusting cocktail of hormones, explosive emotions, anxiety and insecurity. Every feeling and emotion dug me out with a spoon so deeply, whether they were happy or sad -as a teenager (basically a child), you have no perspective. Everything is SO IMPORTANT. So my memories have scarred me. But now I can finally wear those scars happily and I can look back fondly. My high school experience is like a Safeway sheet cake – oily, sweet, with prettiness and surprises inside, bad for you, nostalgic and addictive. Pass me a plastic fork and I’ll dig right in.