Yesterday would have been my mother’s 86th birthday.
This is my favorite photo of her. It was taken in 1936 when she was eight years old. I am not entirely sure why this photo appeals to me so much. I blogged about this picture before so won’t re-visit that here.
I’m not sure why her birthday was particularly top-of-mind this year. She passed away 12 years ago in April. Eighty-six isn’t a milestone birthday. Truth be told, I am not sure any birthday can truly be called milestones once a person is, you know, no longer alive to reach them. Although Shakespeare turned 400 recently so who knows?
For whatever reason, she was on my mind yesterday and I found myself wondering how she would have liked to celebrate her birthday. The minute I formed the question in my mind I knew the answer. Butter Pecan ice cream. She loved it. And that was noteworthy because she was the only one in the family who did.
So last night, in her honor, Harper’s Other Dad and I had chocolate cake with butter pecan ice cream. She would have probably preferred yellow cake with chocolate icing but I could not find an individual piece of it at the bakery. I suppose I could have baked one but then there would have been a whole cake here and HOD and I would have eaten it. Neither of us would have felt good about that.
On a similar note, I must write a stern note to the people at Häagen-Dazs. Their label says the package contained 3.5 servings. That turned out to have been a little optimistic on their part.