Cakes just don't look this good in Canada.Today marked the beginning of the countdown to thirty for my lovely wife as we celebrated her 29th birthday. Lucky for us, this countdown will continue for the next couple of decades as Mindy has decided she will remain in her twenties for as long as she wants to.
The day started out like any other, with me waking up early to make my bride her breakfast and pack her lunch for the day. I guess I'm in training for when we have kids. The cookie for me however was that today, her wake-up call was "Good morning sunshine, how does it feel to be old like your husband". Her prompt reply came in the form of a flying pillow and a groggy response that went a little something like this: "I was born at 7 am Canadian time, so shut up and leave me to my denial!"
To treat herself on this momentous day, Mindy decided that Starbucks with one of her students was in order. A tall mocha sans creme and the smile was back on her face...mainly because at noon she still considered herself twenty-eight.
After work, we picked up a cake on the way home to share with the rest of the Frat House from our local boulangerie. We knew it had red fruits in it, but the rest of the description from the baker was lost in translation. It turned out to be a pistachio cake layered with red fruit sorbet and a white frozen yogurt layer on the top with a mango glaze. As with anything produced in a French bakery, it was excellent.
Now as I write this post, Mindy is frantically working the eye cream and checking for grey hairs in the mirror as she continues her journey towards becoming a senior citizen.
The day started out like any other, with me waking up early to make my bride her breakfast and pack her lunch for the day. I guess I'm in training for when we have kids. The cookie for me however was that today, her wake-up call was "Good morning sunshine, how does it feel to be old like your husband". Her prompt reply came in the form of a flying pillow and a groggy response that went a little something like this: "I was born at 7 am Canadian time, so shut up and leave me to my denial!"
To treat herself on this momentous day, Mindy decided that Starbucks with one of her students was in order. A tall mocha sans creme and the smile was back on her face...mainly because at noon she still considered herself twenty-eight.
After work, we picked up a cake on the way home to share with the rest of the Frat House from our local boulangerie. We knew it had red fruits in it, but the rest of the description from the baker was lost in translation. It turned out to be a pistachio cake layered with red fruit sorbet and a white frozen yogurt layer on the top with a mango glaze. As with anything produced in a French bakery, it was excellent.
Now as I write this post, Mindy is frantically working the eye cream and checking for grey hairs in the mirror as she continues her journey towards becoming a senior citizen.
Slicing the cake. Look for the big piece, that's the one belonging to the birthday girl!
3 comments:
Hummmmmmm, it looks very good ! Happy Birthday Mindy and have a very nice day. Don't forget .....it is your last birthday in the twenties ..... You've just begun hour 30th year........ XXXXXX
David, keep on taking care of her XXXXXX
Carole (say hello to my lovely son).
Hope you had a wonderful day - thinking of you and we'll let you stay 29 as long as you want to. Love Paul & Karen :) :)
Happy Birthday Mindy. It looks like the day was wonderful.
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