Posts tagged: birthdays
The candles on her first birthday pie said:
“LOVE YOU”
(And that’s the birthday girl in the background, waiting to blow them out…)
PS It’s a mixed-berry pie, dear Ms. Marjoree. I slaved ALL DAY over a hot stove (then bought the pie at Trader Joe’s).
A person should get whatever he wants on his birthday.
And yesterday, what my English husband wanted more than anything was to tuck into a plate of British fry-up.
Or, as he calls it: a “real breakfast” (minus the black pudding).
To be honest, I had a hard time facing this thing down.
In my American version of a “real breakfast,” the sausage isn’t as big as my hand and “bacon” is brown and crispy. Plus, there would be a stack of pancakes smothered in an obscene amount of butter and syrup—and no invading army of beans.
But in the name of love and birthdays, I agreed to jump off this cholesterol cliff with him.
Actually, the fried bread was mind-blowingly good.
(Still bloated today, thanks to The Olde Ship British Pub & Restaurant in Santa Ana, California!)
