My 34th birthday – Getting old, wanting kids and travel.

Today is my 34th Birthday.

I honestly don’t mind getting older. This could partly be due to the fact that I’ve never really looked my age. I was still regularly asked to provide ID when buying alcohol in the UK, I‘ve also been asked to prove I was over 16 to buy a lottery ticket when firmly in my 30s. So it really does make me question how the hell I was able to get into nightclubs at 15 years old and drink my body weight in cheap alchopops?

I certainly don’t feel my age. When I was younger, 34 seemed ancient. I think I’d imagined that when I was this old, I’d have a house, a husband and a family of my own. I have none of those.

Owning a house is never something I have strived for. When I was 9 years old my family home was repossessed and since that time Mum and I have lived in rented accommodation. We always had a roof over our head and that’s enough for me. Owning a home means I’m tied to that one place, and I’ve not found anywhere I love enough to make me want to do that yet.

I have a husband of sorts. Rob and I aren’t married and don’t think we ever will be, but we’re as good as. I honestly don’t want to get married. That’s not in a ‘oh he just hasn’t asked me yet’ way. If I really wanted to get married I’d just ask him. I couldn’t give a sh*t about tradition.

Me and the husband - oldMe and the husband of sorts…

It’s not the being married that bothers or scares me; it’s the getting married. When we think about a wedding, we just look at how long could we go travelling for with that money? Why spend money on one day of fuss when you can travel for a long time?

So you see marriage really isn’t for us.

Don’t freak out!

Family, now this is something that plays on my mind. Getting older means that my biological clock is ticking. Hopefully my ovaries still look as young as my face.

For many years I didn’t want children. I’d not met anyone that I wanted to have them with. I was brought up by a single mum and she did a great job, but it was tough task on her own. I want more for my children. I’d want them to have a mum and a dad. So meeting Rob changed this. I want to have children with Rob.

With this on my mind, I sat Rob down and with my serious face and voice in full effect I said,

‘Rob, don’t freak out….’

Longest pause in the world.

‘but…’

Another pause.

‘I’m getting broody.’

I thought he might start sweating profusely and run for the hills. He didn’t.

In fact, he looked at me with a big cheeky smile on his face and said, “God I thought you were dying or something serious”.

Phew it’s not just me who wants this.

I’m still very aware though that it’s my ‘bits’ that have the time limit set on them.

I’m an only child so I’m not officially an Aunty to anyone. Rob has 3 gorgeous nieces and 2 amazing nephews and I’ve muscled my way in with them.  I’m Aunty Kel to lots of my friends beautiful children. But every time there is an announcement of pregnancy within my close friends, that broody feeling comes back again. Every time I hold a baby or hang out with a toddler, there it is.

Old - Auntie Kel
Broody

Old - Rob kids
Rob with his new shoes.

Now isn’t the time though, we’re living this travel dream first, but time certainly isn’t on my side.

It worries me. Is living this dream going to stop me having a family?

In all honestly I don’t know. There are so many what ifs. I could spend all my time worrying about them. What I do know is that what will be will be.

The dream of travelling the world and having a family don’t fit well together right now. But I know there are people out there doing it. It’s not impossible.

I guess we could return home after travels and settle down, but that fills us both with an inner dread.

It seems like another epic challenge. That’s just life I guess, you can’t plan for everything….

Hopefully we will find a way of combining travel and children.

But right now it’s my birthday and all I really want is cake!!

Old - birthday cake

Mexican hash – Mmmm now I feel better

Have I mentioned that I have been ill recently?!

Just a few times?

Ok, every other post…

Sorry.

I’m getting better now, honest (touch wood). My stomach no longer gurgles when I eat, and I even ate my food nemesis the other day.

That’s right, I consumed cheese!!

It was posh cheese too. Proper authentic mozzarella on top of a delicious homemade pizza…

Rob said I lost all emotion in my face as I tried to digest it. It was like all the energy went to my belly to aid the stomach versus pizza contest, and my facial muscles were the sacrifice.

But my gut won the battle and I didn’t feel sick!

Hopefully the war on the persistent 3 month salmonella bug is over. I am putting the belly to the test this week by eating out in restaurants as we visit Tulum and move away from my safe home cooking.

Wish me luck as I continue to stuff my face with probiotics and hope for the best.

Do you know what happens when you love food but are banned from eating anything tasty?

First of all you lose 10lbs.

Then you get creative. The combination of an enforced vegan diet and lack of food availability in our off the grid Mexican house sit forced me to get inventive with cooking.

With dwindling supplies and the local food truck not due for another day, I came up with this recipe.

I’ve called it Mexican hash, which may lead you to think I self prescribed some calming ‘medication’, but in fact it’s what I had left in the fridge. This little recipe kept my taste buds entertained when all other flavour was lost.

It’s so tasty, simple and satisfying that I feel I deserve an award, or at least a certificate to put on my wall for inventing it.

Mexican Hash

hash - egg Hash - table

Serves 2

Ingredients

  • 1 tomato
  • 1 avocado
  • 2 small(ish) baking potatoes
  • 50 grams of beans – we used black beans but any would do
  • Salt, pepper and dried herbs for seasoning
  • 1 tbs of oil
  • Your favourite spicy sauce.

Instructions

  • Preheat the oven to 180c or gas 4
  • Chop the potatoes into small wedges, drizzle with oil and season with the salt, pepper and herbs. Pop them in the oven for 45 minutes or until golden brown and crisp.
  • Meanwhile if using dried beans add them to boiling water and leave to simmer for 30 minutes until soft. If you pre-soak them it reduces the cooking time. Also only add boiling water, if you add cold it hardens the beans.
  • Chop the tomatoes and avocado.
  • Assemble all the ingredients on a plate and drizzle with your favourite spicy sauce.

Rob likes his with a fried egg and cheese. I prefer mine without. You choose, either way enjoy!