I used to love birthdays when I was a younger. But for the last couple of years, birthdays haven’t held the same allure. With each passing year, I’ve become a little older, a little harder, a little more realistic about life. I just don’t feel it anymore.
I think it’s because I’m too romantic; I expect too much. Last year, the pressure of trying to appease everyone else on my “special” day left me feeling empty and disappointed. Not so much sweet sixteen as it was choke-down-bitter-tears-of-frustration.
This year, I stopped expecting anything from anyone. (Although I did expect the decorated locker, courtesy of Jennifer, who repeatedly asked me what my locker number was, lest she decorate the wrong locker. Thank you. I didn't expect the birthday card though, thanks Shannon; or the mini whisk, thanks Tammy.) Instead, I tried to plan various little celebrations, which all revolved around the consumption of delicious food.
The first one was to go out for dinner with a small group of my favourite people. I thought it was reasonable to expect that my closest friends would be able to all band together and spare one evening to celebrate my seventeenth, but obviously that wasn’t the case. I have a very... busy... group of friends.
On the day of my birthday, I went out for lunch with my mom. I love my birthday lunches with my mom; I don’t really get to eat out with her often so it’s a real treat. After picking me up from school, she let me drive to my favourite bakery/cafe, where we proceeded to split a bacon, ham, and emmental quiche, a pistachio Danish, and a salted caramel macaron. Then we bought a cake for dessert later that night.
After the last school bell rang that afternoon, a couple of my friends and I went down to our favourite crepe place for birthday crepes, just like last year. It’s nice to keep a tradition going, even if it’s only two years old. For dinner, my mom prepared a delicious seared duck breasts with a brandied fig sauce and steamed buttered asparagus.
Then the cake was brought forth. Layers of walnut dacquoise, chestnut mousse, flourless chocolate sponge, and chocolate mousse sandwiched together were topped with a light dusting of cocoa powder. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I honestly think that this was the most delicious cake I have ever eaten. This cake is perfection on a plate.
The best part of any birthday, in my opinion, is definitely the food.