Why I disappear every time there’s a birthday – I eat, drink, sleep, breathe party prep
Birthdays around here are special. We don’t have many traditions but the ones we do have, have been around for years. Duh, that’s what a tradition is, right?
It’s not about the gifts. Christmas is for the gifts. I mean, err, surrounding yourself with people you love. :P Birthdays are about the cake. Everything revolves around the cake. It’s always a surprise, always homemade, and always meaningful to the person at that time.
Growing up, I can barely remember any of the presents I got but I can remember the parties and the cakes. Actually, the only presents I can really think of are *because* of the party.
Like one year, my party was a treasure hunt. There were little notes left around the house that led me from present to present. I distinctly being directed upstairs where I found an angelfish in the bathroom sink. And by the time I got back downstairs to where my next gift was (Hungry Hungry Hippo game in the refridgerator, of course….adorable, no?), my mom had completely decorated the table with my cake waiting for me.
So when I got older, that’s one of the things I want to be able to pass on. I actually never got the experience with cake decorating because that was always my mom’s job, but I’ve put even more effort into the whole “theme” of things.
Over the last few months, we’ve had several birthday parties and they’ve been some of the best ones I’ve been a part of, so of course I want to share the food and cakes with you. I just didn’t want you to have to read all this rambling sentimental stuff at the beginning of one of the “really cool party” posts. ;)
Expect to see a luau, Mario, Pacman, and some spooky treats over the next several days.