Ninety-three Birthdays

Oh, it's so good to be back. Our trusty microwave dish on the roof suddenly stopped receiving signals. Three dishes later we gave up and have gone to DSL. I hope to never think about internet access again . . .

In recent events we celebrated my grandmother's astonishing Ninety-Third Birthday:




In her diabetic honor, I created the world's tiniest birthday cake. A dollop of batter in a mini-muffin pan, with the tiny cake split into layers and frosted. Set on a fig leaf and topped with half a fig for an elegant presentation. She ate the whole thing!


Clara and Bella prepared a wonderful guitar-cello duet of "Happy Birthday." With all Clara's double stops, it sounded like a small orchestra!


For the rest of the guests, a full-size chocolate cake, decorated the same. To keep the figs from rolling off during transport in my new vintage cake box, I impaled each of them on a hidden toothpick. I must depend on beauty from nature to make good-looking cakes. If I try to get fancy with the frosting, not good.


Four generations in a row--me, Daisy, my mother, my grandmother. A ninety year span!