what I’ve been up to
I’ve been eating birthday cakes. Mine. Plural. My mother made me one for the day nine family members got together for a birthday dinner. She made me another one for today, since it’s my actual birthday. The first was a chocolate sponge made with potato flour (since it’s still Passover) and the second was an orange-hazelnut cake.
Friends and relatives have been drifting in and out for the last few days, too.
No, I’m not having a major birthday, although turning a prime number is a rather cool thing. I’m just lucky enough to have a birthday that coincides with an Australian public holiday and (this year, though not most years) Passover.
It’s family time and a long weekend and everyone is slowing down a bit and my parents’ place is good to visit. This means I’m having a gentle but prolonged happytime.
There is food history involved. Of course there is. How could there not be? Not just Sharyn’s lovely posts (more to come, by the way, but tonight is about birthdays), but friends and family remembering fruit past and recipes present. Sometimes they remembered fruit present and recipes past.
Between us we have eaten amazing amounts of food (I shall roll home quite soon, I think, even though home is hundreds of miles from here) and spun so many stories and made so many jokes that I can’t remember the half of them.
Anywhere, that’s where I’ve been. In a smaller world than usual, celebrating Passover and my forty-seventh birthday and remembering the past. Some of the past hasn’t been happy – ANZAC Day is not really a happy history, after all, but it’s all worth remembering.
The best thing about a birthday? The more of them I have the more I have learned and the better I understand the past.
PS I haven’t forgotten presents. In fact, at least one needs blogging, one day soon.
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