So, I turned thirty yesterday. And really, for the most part, it was great. It feels just like 29!
The girls spent two days painting me a box for my birthday. Like a produce box. Just an old box, and they saw it and said, you know what mom needs? A painted box. And they were right.
Box painting is serious business.
After that, we went over to my friend Yasmin’s house. She’d made me a cake, she said.
Now, when I make a cake, I pour a mix into a bowl with a few eggs and water and cook it for a half hour. Usually, I’ll make my own frosting, but that also only takes a few minutes.
These friends of mine, they’re a different type of folk. A really good, really nice couple. But they do things like grind their own sausage. They do things like grow their own yeast. They serve me things like this for lunch: