I may have finally figured out how to do my birthday. This is the first year I can really recall where I had zero expectations. We have been so tired recently, and have had so many social commitments lately, that all I wanted to do was get through the month of November and first week of December in one piece. And in the end, this is the most pleasant, relaxing, birthday I can recall at the moment.
The Monday before my birthday, my Mom came up to celebrate with us. As per her request, I told her what birthday dessert I wanted, and my Mom jumped through every hoop imaginable to get it for me.
Ice cream cake, of course! But not just any ice cream cake. This cake came from Penny Ice Creamery in Santa Cruz, a new local, sustainable, artisanal, organic, (probably hipster) ice cream joint owned and operated by the former pastry chef from Manresa restaurant in Los Gatos. It was stupidly expensive, and absolutely worth it.
How good was said ice cream cake? Well, half was gone the night of the birthday celebration. Steve and I ate at least one piece a night for the next three nights until we finished it off, just the two of us. And my slices were probably bigger than Steve's. Anyone who knows me and knows my relationship to sweet things and dessert knows that is a testament to how frickin good I thought that cake was.
Just a few members of my awesome family.
Smiling for my Hero. Speaking of which, it didn't even occur to me that Steve would get me a birthday present, and he got me the most perfect thing ever - an Italian espresso pot so that I could fulfill my goal of becoming addicted to espresso the very morning of my birthday. What a thoughtful husband.
On the actual day of my birthday, Steve's parents flew in to spend Chanukah with us. My Dad and Joan came over for dinner, and I was able to relax because I had made the main dish the night before - day of birthday wish accomplished - I didn't cook on my birthday.
And to cap off my birthday week - after the big family Chanukah party that we hosted at our house, Lottie and Estie and Tom and Susan cleaned up, while Steve and I escaped to a hotel in the city. What did we do there for 24 hours? Why, nothing but eat and sleep.
Perfect.
Thank you family!
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