Alas, I can no longer proudly announce that I'm the mother
of teenaged sons. Oooohhhh, the grass is always greener
on the other side! To be truthful, though, I am delighted
to be the mother to two wonderful young men and
step-mother to two other wonderful young men.
Boys! Men! Yikes! Aswim in testosterone.
My favorite part of N.'s birthday dinner was hanging out
with his friends. I rarely see them anymore, and they are
hilarious and bright and full of life. And there was chocolate
cake with ganache, and vanilla & coffee ice cream. Oh! Oh!
Ooh, that cake!
ReplyDeleteOur Italian friends taught us to sing Happy Birthday this way:
Buon compleanno a te
Buon compleanno a te
Buon compleanno a te-eeeee
Ma, la torta per me
[But the cake is for me!]
Here in Austin, it is my cousin's custom to wish *me* a happy birthday, too, on my daughter's day. So, happy birthday (a day late) to you, T., as well as to Nelson.
Have I mentioned that, um, I LOVE cake?
ReplyDeleteLast summer in the French Caribbean, there was a Quadrille festival, that included a row of tables that sold desserts. There were tables of nothing but cakes. The most beautifully presented and decorated cakes, with much, much filling and whipped cream -- and that whipped cream never failed in the July heat and humidity of Guadelupe!
I tried to photograph them, but failed. I did a terrible job mostly at photographing anything from that experience. Dang.
Love, C.
I could live on cake and nothing but cake.
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ReplyDeleteoh my are you outnumbered. I hope you at least have some female cats or dogs in the fam!!
Yes, the cat is a female, and she's the only one who lives with us!
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