I’m one of those people who still believes in and is grateful for another birthday. There’s something irresistible about having one day just for myself where I get gifts and am treated like a queen. Then throughout the day I think to myself, “it’s my birthday, it’s my birthday,” and I feel my heart swell with pride and there’s an added step to my stride. How cool is that?
I will never understand why people “pooh-pooh” another birthday. I see it as another year to be better in every way. I will also never understand why women especially are bashful about revealing their (true) age. Age displays wisdom, and as I get older, I’m amazed at how much I know now that I didn’t know then. I’m a proud 32 today. (smile)
For my birthday this year, I wanted to try making a caramel cake . It’s my favorite cake in the world: light as air chiffon cake sandwiching a caramel filling and a caramel icing that’s poured on, so it’s mirror-smooth.
This is a lemon chiffon cake possessing just the slightest flavor of the citrus fruit. While it doesn’t have that float-off the-table texture I was after (I affirm that chiffon cakes are not that easy to do), it was a valiant first attempt. The filling is a caramel custard of sorts while the icing is more like a caramel sauce.
Boo loves nothing more than displaying her exceptional lung power by blowing out birthday candles. Here, she shows us how it’s done, still in her school uniform. The collage cut off her head by an inch or so, but you understand. The rose is one of three that my Bin gave me. See what I mean by being treated like a queen?