Another Birthday Celebration!
Feb. 24, 2013 5:07 am
Updated: Feb. 26, 2013 5:08 pm
This weekend we celebrated my son-in-law's birthday. I didn't do anything but help eat the cake, though; Kristal was the baker this week. Jake loves spice cake, so spice cake is what she made for her husband.
My weekend started out with our usual visit to our Mexican Restaurant. Friday was National Margarita Day and apparently many people observe that holiday. The place was hopping. As the four of us sat at our usual table (Jon, Kristal, Jake and I) my phone
rang. It was Steve calling from South Dakota. He and his girlfriend wanted to make ice cream so they were on their way to see if the local odds 'n ends store in his "town" had an ice cream freezer. If they did they were going to buy it, but he needed to
know what all you needed to make ice cream. And - he stressed - none of that "good for you, low-fat stuff". He wanted real, pure - all the fat - kind of ice cream. He said he had done a quick search on "that AllRecipes place" he knows I frequent but he couldn't
find anything. So.... I did a quick search on my phone and found a nice, full-of-fat recipe and e-mailed it to him. It wasn't on AR, but it was a recipe. I was glad I could help my son out with a food question. We finished our second margaritas (hey -
if it's National Margarita Day - I had to celebrate, right??!!) and headed for home.
Saturday morning we had some errands to run and I had to run the vacuum and clean up a little. The plans for Jake's birthday were to eat at the restaurant and then come back to our house for cake and ice cream. My parents were coming, too, so there would be
six of us tonight. My parents came over early and we took them to the phone store. A while back they disconnected their landline and only have a cell phone now. It turns out that is somewhat of a problem. When my dad goes somewhere he takes the phone, leaving
my mom home with no means of getting in touch with anyone. She picked out the same phone my dad has which was a smart move. Nobody needs to learn how to use a new phone! Mom knows how to answer the phone and I think she can dial the numbers, but she doesn't
text. We had a lot of fun with that. While the salesman was getting the new phone ready for her, Jon texted all the grandkids with the new number. Then, I texted my niece and told her to text Grandma.
Dinner at the restaurant was delicious, as usual, and Federico served us as the place was picking up for another busy night and the servers were busy. He's a real good guy. Jon gave him a tip and he gave it to the server who's table we were sitting at. I'll
add here that the server happened to be his wife. That could have had something to do with his generosity!
I couldn't wait to sample the spice cake Kristal had made. She made a bundt cake and topped it with a warm caramel-rum topping and sprinkled butterscotch chips over that. Like me last week, she made two cakes. Not because she felt that six people needed
two cakes, but because the first one failed. I really don't know what happened to it. In the afternoon she sent me a text and asked about greasing the pan. I told her yes and that then she needed to only let it cool 10 minutes or so and then run a knife
around the edge and it should slide right out. Well...... it didn't. It broke in half, horizontally, and she had to dig it all out of the pan. What she had left to work with was a bowl full of crumbs. She sent me a picture of it. I told her I was sure
it would taste fine. But she was determined for success and made another cake. This one was a success and looked beautiful!
To go with the cake she brought a bottle of wine. Last summer Kristal drove down to Virginia, alone, to spend part of our "wine-stock-up" vacation with us and do some hiking in the Blue Ridge Mountains. At one of the wineries we tasted a wine that the wine
pourer said would go great with spice cake. Kristal bought a bottle in anticipation of her husband's birthday six months away. I gotta hand it to her - she was able to save that bottle all this time and not drink it! I'm glad she saved it - it was the perfect
accompaniment to that delicious cake!
As we gathered around our dining room table, which was my grandparents' table before it was mine, I wondered "how many times has this family gathered around that table to sing Happy Birthday"?
The first spice cake
The perfect accompaniment