You know you're getting old when you find yourself suddenly privy to conversations revolving around different methods of cooking a certain type of dish, and which cookware is the best because of whatever it is that it does. AND you know you're definitely getting older when you're invited to actually be part of the fervent discussions once thought reserved only for a select group of people [Read: aunties]. Not that I pride myself on being cool, hip, young, etc., because I'm not. Everyone has their 'inner auntie', some even more so than others, and I may be verging on the threshold of auntiedom, but I hope never to meet up with old friends for the sole purpose of introducing a new type of frying pan.