02 May 2009
b shoots the moon
While preparations were made for B’s birthday dinner this afternoon, he went outside to gather a few flowers for the table—which resulted in about ten vases’ worth of daffodils, hyacinths, tulips, and poet’s narcissus arranged in a ring around a hurricane shade. The center of the table looked insane, and the fragrance was wonderful.
Our friend Betty came over to celebrate with us. We ate pork roasted with garlic and (our) rosemary and served with (our) gooseberry sauce. B blew out the candles on a vanilla cake with buttercream icing accompanied by Concord grape ice cream made with grapes from Alan’s rooftop garden in New York City. The ice cream was and is really, really good: tart, not too sweet, and a pretty color, too.
Happy birthday, B!