Yesterday was Ringo Starr’s birthday, as you no doubt surmised from all the fireworks, the bank holiday, and close-out prices at jewelry stores.
Julianna baked him a cake:
"birtday"? Apparently the Long Island accent skips a generation.
He didn’t show. Apparently he and Elijah use the same DayPlanner. So we ate it anyway–more for us! She made it from scratch using my old 1956 Betty Crocker Picture cookbook. “One Egg Marble Cake–for times when eggs are scarce!” or for when the cake is in honor of cranky old men who won’t eat it anyway.
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July 8, 2009 at 10:28 pm
andiscandis
She did a good job, but I think a bundt pan might have been more appropriate.
July 9, 2009 at 11:54 pm
Leslie
So cute–reminds me of the time I had to go into Publix and order a cake–”Yes, that’s right. It must say Happy Birthday, Godzilla on it.”
Was the H left off the cake for the extra Happiness?
July 14, 2009 at 2:48 am
Tash
I would be much obliged if you would blog something…anything…just so when I do pull up your blog to see if there is a new post, I don’t have to look at that delicious cake calling my name (not Ringo’s). Thank you for your attention to this matter.