The house is quiet now, finally -- inspiring me to goof around with the camera for a birthday self-portrait:
(From this angle, you can't see all my new gray hairs.)
I spent a good part of the day cooking, although I did manage to get us all out to the Y for our circuit class.
Before lunch, I made the lady fingers and brewed the espresso for the tiramisu. I couldn't find my notes from the last time I made it, so I winged it... again.
The espresso smelled divine, but we resisted the urge to drink it.
We had lunch at Rubio's, since they emailed me a free lunch coupon for my birthday. How could I resist a free mahi-mahi burrito? DH joined us and we had a great time.
After lunch (and a few errands), I put together the filling (more separating and beating eggs: the first stage is to make a zabiglione), into which you fold the marscapone. Then you whip the egg whites separately and fold them into the marscapone mixture.
Once that was done (and fussing with the double boiler is such a pain!), assembly was a snap.
For dinner, we had some quick-sauteed shrimp and then pasta puttanesca. Well, DH and I had the puttanesca; the kids had their usual Ragu.
DD arranged the candles.
There wasn't much left.
Calls and messages from family and friends really made the day. If all birthdays could be like this -- I did what I wanted to do! -- no one would ever mind having one.
1 comment:
Sounds wonderful! The newest studies show that the fifties and sixties are emotionally the most satisfying years. So, four more years and you get real bliss!
A belated happy birthday!
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