Rejecting or Embracing Adulthood

I am learning to be an adult. I know this for four reasons.

1. Caitlin's egg test. On one of our late nights out in Saint Augustine the three of us had gone to Denny's (I think it was around two-thirty in the morning... ah, to be young again). We began relaying our orders to the server, and I ordered my eggs over easy. After the server had left, Caitline proclaimed that I was no longer a kid because every kid orders his or her eggs scrambled-- no exceptions.
2. Coffee and tea. I have not been making a conscious effort to drink these beverages with less sweetener, but somehow I have begun to prefer the slight bitterness. I now find typical drinks at chain coffeehouses to be cloyingly sweet. At times I can't even stomach it. I recently ordered a latte at Panera Bread and I had to force myself to finish it just because I needed the caffeine.
3. My basil plant, Sylvester, is thriving. He has tripled in height since we bought him-- he's so tall I am afraid he will die from having lopped over from the weight. He also has new shoots growing from the base of his two stalks. Just call me the basil whisperer.
   
4. Baking. I am learning to be more exact with measurements and cooking times, resulting in better outcomes. I used to consider myself strictly a cook-- throw a little of this in, a little of that, when it smells and tastes done, it's done. Now I may be able to do both because of the adultness setting in. Does being able to properly measure, mix, and time a baking cake make me more responsible?

Anyway, since school is over, I'll be able to try all of the recipes I've been seeing lately on all the blogs I click through before I start my day.

Lemon bars, via Bakerella: