Happy Birthday Dinner!

I went home this past Sunday to celebrate the birth of my little sister, Mandy. My mom had prepared a meal of her choosing, which for some reason was little pasta hats. My sister is known for being quite a picky eater. Her favorite meals include macaroni and cheese, gnocchi and butter, and honestly I can’t think of a third thing. The child eats nothing. By nothing I mean I honestly can’t remember 5 things I have seen her eat and by child I mean 20-year-old.

Since my mom had to cook something for the grownups to eat as well, she made chicken parmesan and meatballs to go along with the hats. We were joined by my aunt and grandmother as well. My grandmother apparently drank enough to finally scream at me in front of the family about my tattoos. Frankly, I’m surprised it has taken this long.

After dinner, my mom rolled out a plethora of cakes for dessert: chocolate cake, vanilla cake, pumpkin pie, and a funfetti cake. If you are unfamiliar with funfetti then allow me to explain. Do you remember those cakes you had as a child that were white cake with little multi-colored bursts in the middle?

You know those cakes people generally stop receiving around their 6th birthday? My sister and I both insist that our mother make us a funfetti cake every year. Funfetti cake rules! One year (I believe it was my 19th or 20th birthday), my mother attempted to make my annual funfetti cake, but for some reason it collapsed upon itself in the oven. Being either pressed for time or incredibly lazy, she decided to simply frost the cake pile and serve it to me and my friends and family. I currently have that cake listed as the best birthday cake I have every received. It was reminiscent of a sweet, colorful, compost heap made of cake.