The words spoken by our friend Dan Lief to our friend Henry Isaacs as Bruce brought out the birthday cake he made for me, today. The cake was delicious, but it was Bruce’s attention to detail that blew me away. (Yes, Dan, this cake will be a hard act to follow!)
A honey chocolate cake, with honey ganache, decorated with…what else? Bees!
Bruce searched through half a bag of jelly beans to pick out the yellow ones, fitted each one with a pair of almond slice wings, and drew eyes and stripes using a toothpick dipped into the ganache.
Grape hyacinths, freshly picked from our garden, put the finishing touch on the plate.
Almost every year I feel a little “squirrely” about my birthday. I have a weird mix of feelings with expectations about celebrating and a desire not to be the center of attention. I usually like the day after my birthday a whole lot better than the date of my birth. This year, however, everything was low key. Throughout the day there were times I forgot it even was my birthday. I had a nice lunch with my mom, talked to my brother and both of my sons on the phone, and ended the day in the company of good friends with a lovely dinner prepared by my mother-in-law. All in all a most comfortable and happy birthday.