Each year we could nominate our birthday dinner and the cake we would have for our birthday. Most of us seemed to have a bit of a pattern to it, or have become famous for particular choices that we made.
The cake would come out after dinner and would be accompanied by other party foods. To this day, it is not a birthday if we don’t have a bowl of bite size Violet Crumbles and a bowl of cashews on the table. Of course, it is not the same as “home” when we always used those brown and cream plastic woven bowls that someone once recieved in a craft kit as a gift. They are still there, at Mum’s place, running strong after all these years.
Here is a chance to look at some of our menus:
Jan – Boiled Fruit Cake
Colette – Boiled Fruit Cake with green icing
Di – Sponge Cake
Paul – Spice Cake
Moira – Roast lamb with pumpkin and green beans. Golden four fruits pudding. Apricot Cake.
Julie – Ham Salad and Ice Cream Cake
Matt – Marble Cake with blue icing
Me – Honey Beef and Beans followed by chocolate cake. I also went through a stage of requesting a bbq dinner. Our barbeque was a little hibachi charcoal powered one, and, although Mum would try and talk me out of it when I would request it, somehow Dad would manage to produce dinner for the whole tribe. We would sit in the yard under the clothes line by the shed – ah, summer nights in the ’70s…
