So, fifty years ago at approximately 2 in the morning, the Matthew Era officially began. I’m not usually one to make a big deal about my birthday (though I do enjoy it, especially a nice lemon cake) but this particular anniversary feels inexplicably meaningful, what with the whole pandemic and such. The birthday memory I’m most taken by is a carousel cake made with peppermint sticks and sugar animals as a young child, but I also appreciate the year that I was given a (very used) minivan when one of my multiple cars kakked out. Indeed, I’ve got a number of perfectly unremarkable, relaxing birthdays under my belt, leading to today’s natal query…
The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) also likes the year that a girl took me out for a nice Japanese hibachi dinner, asking: What’s your favorite birthday memory?
In general, I think the unremarkable, relaxing birthdays are the best birthday memories.
But there was this one year, when the wife & I were living in Canada while she got her PhD, where she surprised me on my birthday (which is at the end of November) with an American Thanksgiving gathering of food and friends. She managed to hide a turkey in the back of the refrigerator beforehand, because that’s the kind of attentive I can be to my surroundings.