What Writers Eat on Birthdays (Spoiler: Cake!)
I was born August 28th, so yesterday was my birthday. I celebrated all month (including a two-trip adventure to the Bureau of Motor Vehicles to get my new “compliant” Ohio Driver’s License), but yesterday and today “took the cake.” [pun intended.]
I started with a free birthday drink, a tall, decaf soy mocha, with whipped cream which I sipped slowly all afternoon. I don’t usually drink soy or mochas so it was a true pleasure.
Free Birthday Drink
In the evening, our running group ran the Olentangy Trail for a few miles. I stopped to take this photo of the Olentangy River.
Olentangy Trail Bridge
We followed our run by heading to Pies & Pints in Worthington.
Before the meal, my friend LeDawn, one of the first people I met at Marathoner in Training (MIT), brought me a unicorn cupcake from Gigi’s Bakery. The runners sang “Happy Birthday” and someone called out the obligatory “Make a wish!” as I blew out the candle.
I messed up the frosting before I took the photo so it doesn’t look as cute as it first did. If you look closely, you can see the adorable little ears. The gold spiral candle is the “horn.” It was strawberry with cream cheese frosting. So much yum!
Birthday Unicorn Cupake
We did eat some “real” food, nachos, pizza, wings, and salad, but the restaurant insisted on giving me a free dessert (a chocolate, peanut butter torte) since it was my birthday! I didn’t protest that much, but also wanted to share so I ordered a second one which is how I wound up blowing out both of these candles (after previously blowing out the one on the unicorn cupcake). That required a second round of singing “Happy Birthday!” and another “Make a wish.” I made two more for a total of three! After all, there were three “cakes.”
Two Free Birthday Desserts
What a lovely birthday! I left happy and full of cake!
Earlier in the day, I’d been sort of sad because Ed, the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband, who is usually quite attentive and rarely forgetful, hadn’t given me a birthday card the way he does every year. We decided not to celebrate my birthday until Friday (tomorrow) because of our full schedules. I thought he might give me a card then. But when he came home tonight, he surprised me with this!
Whit’s Custard Birthday Cake
If you’ve never had Whit’s frozen custard, you’ve never really had a frozen dairy treat. It’s creamy and smooth with a low melting point so it has a fabulous texture. He had the cake made from my favorite flavor, black raspberry chip. That’s hot fudge oozing out from between the frozen custard layers and whipped cream decoration around the top.
I blew out that candle as well and made yet another wish bringing this year’s birthday wish total to four!
We’re still going to Katalina’s for lunch tomorrow, but I think I’ve had enough “cake” to last until next year’s birthday.
I definitely feel loved!
What Writers Eat on National Donut Day
According to Wikipedia:
“National Doughnut Day, or National Donut Day — celebrated in the United States, is on the first Friday of June of each year, succeeding the Doughnut event created by The Salvation Army in Chicago in 1938 to honor those of their members who served doughnuts to soldiers during World War I. The holiday celebrates the doughnut.”
I had to celebrate!
The folks at the Kingsdale Market District didn’t make it an easy choice.
Look at this array!
I went for the salty-sweet combination
Pretzels. Chocolate. YUM!
What did you eat on National Donut Day?
I’ll use any excuse for another installment of “What Writers Eat.”
The good folks at Mango, my publisher, (I still love the way that sounds – “My publisher”) need an author photo for my upcoming book, Depression Hates a Moving Target. I rarely like how I look in photos and I’m extra fussy about this particular snap, so today I visited a third photographer.
Since I only wear “full kabuki” makeup or grown-up clothes under duress, and the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband and I hadn’t made dinner plans, I suggested dining out.
Ed already had VASO on his new-restaurant radar so we braved the Dublin death-trap roundabout and took the fourth floor elevator to the roof of the AC Hotel for tapas and a panoramic view to the west and north overlooking downtown Dublin.
We shared res y champinones rostisados (flat iron steak with mushrooms and crispy onions, gambas al ajillo (tiger shrimp, garlic, pimentón oil, and pickled peppers), and judias verdes (green beans with garlic and almonds).
Lava cake sounded tempting, but the tapas were plenty.
All day, the skies had been a typical February-in-Ohio gray, but as the sun began to set, enough clouds cleared to provide a pretty sunset view.
It was just the two of us, and we don’t drink, so the bill was well below the $100 minimum for one of the heated “igloos” on the patio. I added that to my bucket list. I’m sure we can find adventuresome friends to join us for another sunset view.
What Writers Eat at Colin’s Coffee
We like to run on Monday mornings, usually three miles. I often run an extra mile, but not today. I was still tired from the weekend and there were only two of us. One regular was in a minor auto accident and was thankfully not hurt, but couldn’t join us. Another regular was recovering from an upper respiratory infection. Others who sometimes run with us were either out of town or back to work after the holidays. Neither of the two of us who showed had much pep. But three miles is three miles. We ran then headed to Colin’s Coffee, our standard post-Monday run hangout.
I had my usual:
Behold the McRoy sandwich on a Block’s everything bagel. That’s a fried egg, bacon, and three kinds of cheese named after Roy, a former Colin’s Coffee employee who has sadly gone on to the great coffeeshop in the sky.
The cup contains a “Sleepy Mudshot,” a coffee beverage the shop owner, Colin Gawel, named. It is decaf coffee with a shot of decaf espresso and a pump of chocolate.
The buff is swag from the 2015 Mercedes Marathon in Birmingham, Alabama. I ran the half. Wearing it reminds me of the remaining states in which I’d like to run half marathons. But for today, three miles will do.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a hundred times more. If hubby didn’t cook, we’d starve. Last night, the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband made pork tenderloin with pomegranate. It was luscious.
He substituted carrots for the sweet potatoes suggested in the photo since I prefer them and they are slightly lower on the glycemic index. It was a delicious feast!