My birthday, January 8, is the best day of the year—this year and every year. I have to share my birthday—sometimes with people I like, including my daughter Alison, my classmate Jeri, and Civil War General James Longstreet, and sometimes with people who get all the publicity, including Elvis Presley, David Bowie, Shirley Bassey, Charles Osgood, Soupy Sales, José Ferrer, Larry Storch, and Stephen Hawking. But, truly, it’s MY day, I’m spoiled rotten, and I enjoy every single second.
This year’s birthday began last Tuesday when Michael and I went to the beach at Santa Marinella. On Friday we went to dinner just off Campo de’ Fiori at Ditirambo. We had a wonderful bottle of Tenuta della Terre Nerre Etna Rosso Guardiola and two superb appetizers: crispy potatoes with cheese fondue and truffle slivers for me and smoked duck breast for Michael. YUM! The rest of the dinner was just so-so, but we had a great time.
Saturday Michael cooked birthday dinner for me—roast veal, crispy fried potatoes, and cauliflower. He also made me an Italian version of angel food cake. Called le torte degli angeli (the cake of the angels), it was denser than angel food cake—more like a moist white cake—and he topped it with chocolate powdered sugar. It was so much fun and so good! The powdered sugar made me laugh because it’s so Italian. Almost every dessert, except gelato, has powdered sugar sprinkled on the top.
Yesterday, which was finally the big day, we had birthday cake for breakfast, and Michael gave me three new scarves. I know that those of you who have been following my blog will be so excited to see me in something new! At 3 p.m. Michael asked me what I wanted for lunch, and I replied, “I want to walk up to Okibà Mozarella Bar and have smoked salmon with burrata and a bottle of Ros’Aura Feudi di San Gregorio rosé wine, and then I want to have a caffé (coffee) gelato.” I shocked his socks off, but he changed his clothes in record time, and off we went. We had such a relaxing afternoon and such good food. I couldn’t stop smiling! After lunch we walked to Blue Ice and I had gelato for the first time since we had the tartufo at Bar Tre Scalini in Piazza Navona in mid-December! I was in heaven! Then we came home and watched In Bruges, which we enjoyed.
So thanks, Mom and Dad, for MY day. Thanks, all of my family and friends, for ecards, emails, and Facebook greetings. And thanks, Michael, for everything else. Perfect, as usual!