I am not incapable.

I was eavesdropping some friends and family having a discussion on Facebook.  They were commenting on a picture of tortes, and talking about how they might as well enjoy them now because when the elder generation is dead and gone (or just too busy having fun to make us cake) we will no longer get any. 

I would like to debunk the myth that we are incapable of just making them ourselves.

The world we live in is so complicated that we have to learn to email before kindergarten and master an iPhone while riding our solar-powered unicycles to work. (oh wait, that is the future generation, after cars are outlawed, but before teleportation).  We can order our groceries online, and have it delivered with shoes, books, cars and the beer of the month, but yet we have this idea that we somehow can`t manage to mix a dozen ingredients in a bowl according to a recipe. 

For all of you who doubt me.  Think about what you do in a day.  You send WORDS through the PHONE LINES, MONEY through the AIR, and put pictures on an intangible virtual message board that can be viewed by the entire world (and all this can be achieved before you get out of bed.)  Once you're out of bed, you can drive a car, sing with the radio and drink coffee at the same time (while not using your phone of course...  right Oprah?).  You can do hours worth of paperwork in minutes because you don't have to use a pencil and paper to do it.  Your fingers know where to find letters seemingly randomly placed in a non-sensical order on a keyboard.  Shall I go on?

The elder generation must look at us and laugh...  wondering what the heck is wrong with us if we can't even layer cake with whipping cream. 

I think what is holding us back is not capability, but confidence (with a splash of laziness thrown in for good measure).  Torte making is by no means complicated...  time-consuming? yes, complicated? no.  We have just gotten so used to having what we want in the few seconds it takes for our browsers to open the right page that we've forgotten that sometimes, the good stuff takes time.  It's a lot easier to just accept the fact that we live in a world where fast equals good and just let things die away.   I guess someone will likely start a torte-making business and I can just order one online.

Or maybe I can spend an hour or two, get dirty and appreciate it just a little more.  While I'm at it...  I'll call some friends, and share it with them.