Friday, October 19, 2012

The clock struck 25

"The double-edged sword of being young yet old and vice-versa"

When I turned 25 early this year, I didn't really think about the ramifications of reaching the boundary between early and late 20's. However, now I wonder what it means and consequently what it feels to have graduated to the quarter club, as a few situations around me have got me thinking - where do I stand when it comes to mature thinking, responsibility, childishness etc. etc.?

  • The 16 to 21 year old age bracket constitute the most annoying specimens. They are brash and say things that probably commands a gag reflex of 10 on a 10 point scale. 
Haggard Miss 30 year old - soon to be divorced person: "I feel like the wind is knocked out of me"
Quirky Miss 18 year old - world ruling kinda person: "I know how you feel. I went through the exact same thing when my boyfriend didn't call me for a week."
25 year old me utterly dumbfounded me: *gulp*
.....Who says things like that?! Silly 18-year olds apparently. Not me.

  • Kids these days are no longer what "kids" should be like. Or how I thought they should be like. 
Kid No.1: "Dude check out my iPhone5"
Kid No.2: "That's dope bro!"
25 year old amused me: "How old are you Kid No.1 and 2?"
Kid chorus: "We're 8, aunty"
25 year old bursting and blushing with anger me*slap*
....Aunty? Really? Seriously? Arrrghhhhhh

  • There is a big bad world of grown up responsibilities. 
Father: "So have you filed your returns?"
25 year old guilty me: "Ehh...I will."
Auditor: "Do you know the tax slab you come under? Why are you so late in submitting your documents? Why do you have that weird look on your face? You are not a kid anymore.
25 year old baby me: *facepalm*

So...I still am not responsible enough.

Older yet immature yet young. It's a spinning concept for sure. Hence, to all the 25 year olds out there who are neither here nor there, this is what I would like to say to you - Age is not just a number, it is a complete mind boggling, baffling mystery - one that is better left unsolved. Embrace your state of mind and behave how you want, because cliche as it may sound, we will always be babies to our parents, equals to our better halves and some day mature symbols to our kids and they will be the only statures that probably matter.

And probably Oatmeal Raisin cookies matter.

270g unsalted butter, at room temperature
160g caster sugar
160g soft dark brown sugar
2 eggs
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
380g plain flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
110g rolled oats
220g raisins 

Preheat the oven to 170C. Put the butter and sugars in a freestanding electric mixer with a paddle attachment and cream until light and fluffy. 
Add the eggs one at a time, mixing well and scraping any unmixed ingredients from the side of the bowl with a rubber spatula after each addition. Turn the mixer down to slow speed and beat in the vanilla extract. 
Sift together the flour, salt, bicarbonate of soda and cinnamon in a separate bowl, add the oats and mix well. Add to the butter mixture and beat until well mixed. Stir in the raisins with a wooden spoon until evenly dispersed. Arrange equal amounts of cookie dough on the prepared baking trays. 
Make sure that the cookies are spaced apart to allow for spreading while cooking. Bake in the preheated oven for 12 minutes, or until golden brown and firm.

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