I know the fortieth birthday is supposed to be a big deal--somehow magical in that one is meant to feel different in some way. Or, at least, so goes the mythology of sitcoms and greeting cards. Thus far, only four days into it, I don't feel any different.
However, after Sunday with my parents, I am glad to have had the birthday because my mother and father went out of their way to make a very special Sunday dinner in honor of the occasion. To begin with, my mother made one of my favorite meals, and, it was followed with...well...you'll see.
We started the celebration with a savory, rich and thoroughly perfect Beef Bourguignon. I have to tell you, the beef was so tender and perfect that it almost melted on the fork. Joined with fresh asparagus and lovely, long papparadelle, it was a meal that made me glad I’ve lived this long.
And, then…the cake. Oh, the cake. The perfect cake about which I’ve been dreaming for the last twelve months. The quintessential cake to end all cakes. A creation of my mother’s this cake is a bit of heavenly springtime in winter. Layers flecked with strawberries are topped with a layer of wild strawberry filling. The entire beauty is iced with Strawberry-infused Swiss-Meringue buttercream.
I think I'll go eat a piece now.