Birthday # 93, Ready, Set, Celebrate!
Today I’m spending the day getting ready to celebrate my dad’s 93rd birthday. He always asks for a pie instead of a cake. This year he surprised me. He asked for the cake I made for Easter. Unfortunately, I didn’t use a recipe for that cake so I am winging it and hoping it turns out the same. I do that a lot. I’m trying to use up leftovers or make something from what’s in the pantry. It doesn’t always turn out well, but when it does I’m asked, “Will you make it again?” I never write down what I used and sometimes I really can’t remember.
I’m not sure why Dad wants to switch to cake but he kept saying, “With candles” so maybe he’s going for the traditional cake and candles this year or he was afraid I wouldn’t put candles on a pie but I always have in the past. Who knows?
The cake I made for Easter had three layers, lemon, strawberry and blueberry/marionberry. This was the cake, listing a bit to port. It tasted good, it just wasn’t very pretty. We got up early this morning and hit the berry stand. We scored a flat of raspberries, blueberries and two flats of marionberries. For the cake, I started here:
Keep your fingers crossed, it turns out OK. Dad doesn’t care how it looks, as long as it tastes good. This is good because mine usually leave something to be desired in esthetics.
He’s already been celebrating since yesterday. His work friends took him to lunch.
Today his caregiver spoiled him rotten. His favorite breakfast, mini-apple pies for lunch and a very thoughtful present of his WWII medals and some photos in a shadow box she put together.
I think he’s off to a memorable 93rd birthday even if the cake fails. Plus I heard a rumor his church friends want to take him out to lunch next week. If you make it to age 93 I guess the party never stops. I’m glad he’s able to enjoy it all. He does get pretty tired after a day of merrymaking, though.