Today is my birthday.
Like many other people, there are certain traditions that I not only love, but [think] I need in order for the day to be “right”.
For example, a few years ago, my dear friend Ana and I decided to forgo the traditional Thanksgiving fare and have Chinese instead. I wasn’t ok for weeks. I found out that year that I needed turkey on Thanksgiving.
Birthday cake is another one of those for me. I want to say “any cake will do” but that really isn’t true. I need homemade cake, preferably round, 2 layers and if I’m really being honest, I like vanilla cake with chocolate frosting.
A few years back, I made the mistake of announcing that I was going to bake my own cake (cuz I like to bake and more than anyone, I know what I need), but there were many people around me who thought that was a horrible, sad idea, and I let them talk me into letting my husband buy me a cake at the local supermarket. I loved that he went out of his way to do that for me, it was very fancy and delicious, but… I really just wanted a simple, homemade cake. Never again would I publicize my cake-baking intentions.
And, um, for the record, I’m talking about Duncan Hines or Betty Crocker. I don’t think I’ve made a cake from scratch in my life – just add some eggs, oil and water and boom, you have cake.
So, this year, I went out and bought a box o cake and was going to make it this afternoon while my dearest friend Christina came to visit. However, she put a stop to my plans by bringing me a cake that SHE baked, JUST FOR ME!!
I am so moved by this gift! There is something wonderful about having people in your life with whom you share a history; who know you so well, they even make you a cake from a box when they normally do it from scratch, cuz they know you like it that way; who know that something so simple will mean so much.
Thank you, Christina. I know this gift was made with love, and I will love eating it!