Comfort Food

I made a birthday cake for the boyfriend of a friend of mine.  He's turning 40, so it was an "over the hill" sort of theme.  I made a mountain – or the upper part of a big mountain – all brown with little bits of grass here and there and gray rocks around the base…and at the bottom of the cliff at the back of the mountain.  Then I made little signs like you'd see while hiking a trail, and on them were numbers: 5, 10, 15 and so on up to 40.  The top of the mountain had a white drape of snow, upon which I wrote the requisite "Happy Birthday" message.  The signs – construction paper glued to toothpicks – the only inedible part of the project – began a the bottom and pointed the way up a winding, zig-zagging trail to the top of the mountain.  The "40" sign was at the back, angled down, pointing at the rocks at the bottom of the cliff.  Over the hill.  I should have taken a picture.

The Call of the Wild Julia

I really wish Julia slept.  I mean, she sleeps, but she doesn’t zonk out for a solid 10 hours like her brother does.  Of course, he didn’t always sleep like this either, so I’m hoping this is just a phase.  A long, endless, coffee-necessitating phase. Two nights ago around 2:30 in the morning, Julia startedContinue reading “The Call of the Wild Julia”