This birthday, there were four cakes.
The first was served Saturday before the actual date, in Tucson, with a friend who had the marvelous vegan delight specially made from lemons in his yard.
The second was the next day, in Southern California: a three-layer lemon perfection made by my sister, who understands the value of pudding as filling.
The third was on my actual birthday: a slice of magic sponge following a delicious paella at a sweet Spanish restaurant next to the cable car tracks.
The next day, on stage, the girls in the band presented me with a dense, princess-style berry-laden cake that I sampled at 4:30 in the morning when I finally got home. Continue reading “The Eternal Bliss of Birthday Cake”