On Sunday it was time to celebrate (?) my birthday – well, let's see . . . celebrate because you're alive, celebrate because you made it to that day, celebrate because you have some friends with you to share the day with . . . uhhh . . . celebrate because it beats the alternative . . .
I made my favorite crab cakes with scallops and smoked trout while Clara and Margot made a Queen of Sheba cake, a Julia Child concoction made mostly with ground almonds rather than flour so that a diabetic can eat and enjoy it, with plenty of chocolate in and on the cake. You'll note that the candles on the cake must each represent about a dozen years . . .
Note also the box of chocolate bars on the table in front of the cake . . . a special gift from my daughter ordered from Theobroma Chocolate in Sitka, Alaska . . . my longtime favorite indulgence . . .
The evening was just a little eerie . . . our friends Jim and Judy Bateman [whom we met at the same time as we met Margot and J.D. (Garcia) back in 1967] came over for the evening . . . the course of the conversation took us all back 42 years to when we met . . . it was as if time had not passed . . . we spoke with each other just as we had back then . . .
A great evening . . .
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