In “The Life Aquatic”, Steve says that 10&1/2 is his favorite age. This I understand to be a protest of the power of 11.
Eleven marks a click in another dial. It is different. It’s the beginning of the time after the beginning.
The eleventh cake in this series is different too and is a testament to my kitchen-improv skills. I was in the mood to bake but realized only after preparing some of the ingredients (including the broken eggs if I remember correctly) that I was missing certain key liquids.
What to do? I could have made a quick trip to the store but decided instead to substitute rum for buttermilk.
Results? Not bad. Messy, but delicious, and a pretty good beginning to “the middle” if you ask me.