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Pickerel of Sleet
Jan. 23rd, 2019 09:19 pmI feel quite spoiled after a lovely if reclusive birthday. We knew there was going to be wintry mix on top of snow, so we made plans and laid in supplies for a day at home. It started with breakfast in bed: waffles with strawberries and French yogurt, with a side of bacon. And another side of champagne. While I was enjoying that, Tron sent me a birthday mix that started with "Thunder" by Imagine Dragons. I felt this required dancing, so I went out the magic door onto the porch roof and danced barefoot in the snow, in my pjs. Then we put our clothes on and went out and shoveled the snow off the roof, driveway, and the walks, because later tonight everything will freeze solid again. We had just cleared the driveway, when the florist's delivery van pulled in. He said "Nice job!" and stepped out of the van to hand me a gorgeous bouquet from the kids.
The Sparrowhawk made a fire in the fireplace, and we spent a cozy afternoon by the hearth, listening to the patter of wintry mix, reading, listening to music, and fielding texts and phone calls from friends and family. I'm really kind of teared up at all the kind people who sent me good wishes, on Facebook and elsewhere. We had decided that instead of going out, we'd graze on snacks and delicacies to go with the champagne: crudites, smoked fish, olives, and brie en croute mostly. Oh, and a Mayan chocolate medallion in the form of a Mayan fresco brushed with gold.I tried to call my mother, to no answer, but much to my surprise, she actually called me back later. She hung up unexpectedly, but she stayed on long enough to wish me a happy birthday and to tell me what she always tells me: that there had been a window in the hospital through which she could see the snowy day outside.
The cake has entirely lived up to my hopes. The pecan and coconut filling, whisked over the stove for many patient minutes, while the pecans toasted delicately before being added, has a flavor that's not commercially available. I plan to have a better year. Possibly the best one yet.
The Sparrowhawk made a fire in the fireplace, and we spent a cozy afternoon by the hearth, listening to the patter of wintry mix, reading, listening to music, and fielding texts and phone calls from friends and family. I'm really kind of teared up at all the kind people who sent me good wishes, on Facebook and elsewhere. We had decided that instead of going out, we'd graze on snacks and delicacies to go with the champagne: crudites, smoked fish, olives, and brie en croute mostly. Oh, and a Mayan chocolate medallion in the form of a Mayan fresco brushed with gold.I tried to call my mother, to no answer, but much to my surprise, she actually called me back later. She hung up unexpectedly, but she stayed on long enough to wish me a happy birthday and to tell me what she always tells me: that there had been a window in the hospital through which she could see the snowy day outside.
The cake has entirely lived up to my hopes. The pecan and coconut filling, whisked over the stove for many patient minutes, while the pecans toasted delicately before being added, has a flavor that's not commercially available. I plan to have a better year. Possibly the best one yet.
