I had a birthday. 25. A quarter of a century. Felt pretty much like every other day really. The only telling sign of age would be my inability to consume large amounts of alcoholic beverages late at night/ morning and still mildly function the next day. But this is not new, this happened after I left undergrad. Or maybe my definition of "mildly function" has changed. Either way...
We celebrated at home, with a little company. We were puppy sitting Zelda for the weekend. She is quite a bundle of energy and we were excited that Lucy and her survived the weekend without an incident. Being the birthday girl I set the rules: I got to cook. whatever i wanted. A week previously Linda had given me my present- Mastering the art of french cooking and the 6 DVD set of the French Chef. So naturally I did it up Julia style. I cannot remember the names of the dishes but we had an appetizer of scallops followed by flounder over rice with green beans with a lovely white wine. For my birthday cake: the queen of sheba cake. I learned that Julia's "wobbly in the middle" means barely wobbly in the center (no big deal, just threw it back in the pan, tidied it up and re-baked it). It was fantastic- like fudgy brownie cake. lovely.
It was a fantastic birthday, full of butter, chocolate, wine and puppies. It does not get better.
At the moment I'd pretty much die to be able to reach through the screen with my hand and grab a piece of this cake. It looks f a n t a s t i c :)
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