Because I am a third grader and still get tremendously excited about birthdays — all birthdays, probably because my inner child considers them 10% aging, 90% a marvelous excuse to bake lavish cakes and eat them with friends (truly the best activity of all) — and because my boyfriend knows that on March 27, he’s likely to face a seven AM, bouncing-on-the-bed wake-up call, we suspended all academic/professional responsibilities yesterday for some new adventures.
— Opening a box of seriously lovely gifts at five minutes past seven and again once the postman had passed at noon, which both threaten to ruin me for future birthdays, and at which I can only keep babbling, Thanks! and Wow!
— Pure-butter, hefty chocolate truffles made on the adorable, open-kitchen premises to cap off a big, big, BIG German lunch at Amana’s Ronneburg Restaurant — which we picked with a purely “well, when in Rome” mentality, but between the skillet-fried German potatoes, unlimited sauerkraut, schnitzel and accompaniments, proved delicious in its own right Even if the schnitzel wasn’t quite the airy, fried puff of an animal we’re used to.
— Dinner at a fantastic new-to-us and slightly new-to-IC restaurant downtown with the best fries (crisp, salty, matchstick) I’ve come across in a while, perfectly tangy ceviche and luscious flatbreads which, now that I’ve got your attention, will be reviewed in full tomorrow.
— My super-delicious birthday cake, a pear, chocolate, and brown butter concoction from the Smitten Kitchen that I made last summer and have been looking for an excuse to reprise ever since. I used a couple of too-ripe anjous and Ghiradelli bittersweet chocolate chunks, and it was fabulous. (Importantly, the two remaining slices seem to have gotten even more imbued with that sweet pear fragrance after an overnight sit.) Thanks to all the benevolent locusts who came over last night and trimmed down the cake so happily!