Yesterday was my birthday. I don't do birthdays well, so I was just as glad to have to work. On the other hand, the day ended a little early, so I grilled a couple of steaks, cooked some fresh mushrooms in a pot on the grill (with butter, garlic powder, a diced radish and a chopped shishito pepper), baked a couple of potatoes and made a simple salad (and simpler dressing: extra-virgin olive oil, balsamic vinegar, "Italian" seasoning mix: three times as much oil as vinegar, seasoning to taste, pour into a small container with a good lid -- an old glass spice bottle -- and shake thoroughly). Sounds like a lot of work? It was a little over an hour from uncovering the grill to sitting down to dinner.
I picked up half an apple pie, too, and I was going to have some heated up, with vanilla ice cream. But it turned out the steak dinner was more than enough. So I had that dessert after breakfast today.
That's plenty of celebrating.
Surely you held your breath awaiting our chorus of "Happy Birthdays", did you not. Not knowing in what year you were born (and I'm not going to ask!), I'll write that either you were born on the day after our elder daughter's birthday or she was born a day before yours. Let's hope that each of you gets to enjoy a lot more birthdays. We need good women like you!
ReplyDeleteThank you! (And my best wishes to her.)
ReplyDeleteI was born between Sputnik and Gagarin's flight, closer to Sputnik.
Hunky Husband and I were not yet married when Sputnik was launched. Elder Daughter was approaching her 2nd birthday when Gagarin made history. You two are too close in age to call. I'll pass your wishes on to her, thanks.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to my favorite blogger!
ReplyDelete