Cake drop
Henry turned eighty-four on eight-four. Henry's been married to my mother for over thirty-three years. He's a family treasure so when it's time to fete him, we do it up right.
It was a week ago Saturday and I'd planned a pretty good meal topped off by a store-bought chocolate cake.
Melanie was with us for a few days and she helped me do the shopping and pick out the dessert.
We were also drawn to these cute drinking glasses -- real glass -- in that most marvelous of colors, teal, with darling red tops and happy striped straws. I told Melly to put them in our basket.
Look at that butterfly! I mean, it's a one-way ticket to Cutesville. Am I right? We served two flavors of lemonade with the meal.
Afterwards, when it was time to slice the cake, Henry patiently posed for the OBP: Official Birthday Portrait.
I don't know why he didn't exactly smile there because Henry's a pretty easy-going fellow.
Anyway what you need to know is, right after I took this series of pictures, I picked up the cake stand and walked with it to the other end of the table where the serving tool and the party plates were.
You see that gold cardboard disc the cake is sitting on? The one that came right out of the clear plastic carrier that came from the store?
Well. As I was walking, it slid off my cake stand. And the cake went right along with it.
By the time I realized what had happened, everyone was pretty much laughing at me.
But you won't believe: The cake fell straight down to the floor on that cardboard disc and didn't flip over or anything.
In other words, none of it touched my (very clean) floor.
It was only slightly the worse for wear in that some of the icing had been jolted from the sides.
While Audrey and Andrew cleaned chocolate frosting off the floor, I served the cake. It wore a bewildered, somewhat indignant, faintly porcine expression.
But we ate it and all pronounced it good. No harm, no foul.
Meanwhile back before that little confection-centric drama, Henry had smiled when he switched the order of his candles.
When you get to be a certain age, sometimes you can do that and it comes out in your favor.
Let that sink in. Join me in wishing Henry a Happy Birthday and many more. And don't forget to smile.
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Happy Wednesday
Reader Comments (7)
I love it when crazy things like that happen! Happy birthday Henry!
Happy Birthday to fun-loving Henry! He sure looks younger than 84. Glad that chocolate cake behaved and landed right side up! Now every time you lift a cake somebody will remind you not to drop it. That's how memories are made.
Happy Birthday Henry. Love your cake.
I'm smiling! Both at the cake story and your cute step-dad. He looks like a sweet guy!
Oh my Gosh! Henry is so handsome! Does he have a slightly younger, single brother?
How lucky you were with the Cake Drop.
Love this, Jenny. So glad the cake survived! Those glasses are really cute, too. Henry does look younger than his years 84/48; now that's great humor. Happy Birthday!
I'm glad y'all had a great time celebrating. :)
xoxo
Happy Birthday to Henry! You will never live this down! I hate to say this but, from now on your family members will remind you or grab the cake before you can get to it. They will have a great time with this in future celebrations. Memories, they are fun!