Steph’s Birthday in 3 Acts: Act 2- Lunch

Our pre-birthday lunch activity was riding bikes on the trail at Corporate Woods. It’s not the Katy Trail, but it’s still a good time!

I can hear you shouting about public affection right now, Lyn.

For lunch I made one of my favorite things: Dad’s sautéed veggies in rice with veggie buffalo wings. Dad doesn’t do the veggie buffalo business, but he taught me how to saute veggies in butter and worcestershire sauce when I was a sophomore in college. It’s one of my favorite summer meals and since I love to cook myself lunch, I had to have it for my birthday,

JY had veggie corn dogs.

We had peach pie with blueberry ice cream for dessert.

AND we had to stick a candle in it even though it was only lunch. This started with John’s birthday this year when we were in England. I was trying to create a birthday/home feel in a foreign country, so I stuck birthday candles in all of John’s meals. When it came time for lunch, John said, “Where’s the candle?” I think we’ve started a new tradition!

Stephanie’s birthday in 3 Acts: Act 1- Breakfast

I started a new ritual of getting up at dawn on my birthday and having a cup of tea outside. It’s a peaceful and caffeinated way to start my new year and I really love it.

Another little tradition I brought back last year was having breakfast pancakes in bed. This is something my mother always did for me growing up and, of course, the tradition fell off my adult radar.  Cooking early in the morning is one of my greatest joys in life. The house is quiet, my focus is devoted to the flour on my hands, the way the wooden spoon stirs around the bowl, and the sizzle of melting butter…

I love the way morning light looks on my oven and colors the batter. Yes, I do love my pancake moments.

Lyn’s advice about adding another spoonful of baking powder made the pancakes thick and tall, just the way I like them (thanks sis). I also like my pancakes a little pale as well as golden. Mom and dad will remember how I use to beg for them to be a little gooey in the middle– I still like them pale, but not so gooey.

I know it’s totally silly because I made the pancakes, but I get SO excited hearing him come down the hallway. It’s probably the happiest moment of my very happy day. Think about a birthday tradition you use to have as a kid and try it as an adult– you will not regret it– I promise.

John and I ate our pancakes, investigated my birthday horescope, and read the funnies together. What a yummy good way to start my big day.