I turned 26 yesterday! As much as getting older seems to be a collective source of anxiety for my generation, I actually feel OK about it. Maybe it’s because I feel good about the general direction of my life at this point. Or maybe it was all the good food I got to eat.
I started the day off with PANCAKES! Happpyyy birtthddaaaay toooo meeeeeeeeee:
Appropriately covered in peanut butter. I threw these together using the basic 2-ingredient pancake recipes that are floating around the food blogs these days, and they turned out delicious. I couldn’t believe that just 2 major ingredients and some additions made a pretty legit stack of pancakes:
I Can’t Believe It’s Not Real Pancakes Pancakes
- One banana (the more ripe, the better)
- Two eggs
- 1/8 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- dash of cinnamon (optional)
- 1 tablespoon flaxseed meal (optional)
Throw everything in a food processor to combine well. If you don’t have a food processor, mash the banana in one bowl and lightly whisk the eggs in another. Then combine all of the ingredients and mix well.
Heat a small frying pan over medium heat and spray with cooking spray or use butter like you mean it. Pour 1/2 cup of the mixture into the pan and be patient. Check on the pancake to make sure it’s cooked enough to flip, then flip, and cook for about a minute or so. Repeat with the rest of the batter. Stack them up and enjoy!
In honor of my birthday, my boss ordered lunch for the whole office from my favorite Vietnamese cafe. I didn’t take any photos of the food because I was too distracted…he printed out a list of people born on February 5th and proceeded to read them to all of us while we shoved food in our mouths. We learned that no one of particular worldly significance was born on February 5th…so I guess it’s my job to achieve greatness.
The free lunch was very nice and everyone requested that my birthday be a monthly occurrence. I’m not sure aging so rapidly is worth the free food, but if I were allowed to pick any restaurant in New York City, I may reconsider that.
Some of my coworkers are well-aware of my
unhealthy obsession academically-driven interest in Abraham Lincoln, and gifted me some items to enhance my desk flare…or should I say my shrine?
I’m starting to look like a deranged cat lady, if by cat, I meant President Lincoln. Yes, that is the world’s tiniest penny you’re looking at, you’re welcome.
After work, I trudged through dirty lakes of slush on New York City’s streets to see my family in South Brooklyn. I didn’t spend my birthday with them last year, and they were pissed. So this year, I promised to come see them. And my mom and grandma promised to feed me my favorite stuff.
Alright Russian champagne! Also known as fizzy alcoholic drink that tastes like cheap wine! Fun fact, the name roughly translates from Russian to SOVIET GOLD. I hear that’s what Olympians are getting instead of medals this year.
For dinner, my mom made me her signature chicken cutlets (have always loved them and always will). And my grandma made me my favorite stir-fry cabbage. I’m convinced she’s got the magic touch…I’ve tried recreating this like 3454356 times and it never comes out as good as hers. Maybe more butter? More butter is always the solution.
Oh and some salad to humor me because according to my family, I mostly “eat grass.”
Grandma also made farmer’s cheese pirogies. I had to move these away from the table to the kitchen counter. I don’t know what self-control is when I’m around the pirogie!
The cake came from a Chinese bakery in my parents’ neighborhood, which I love.
It may not look like it but it’s actually very light and airy, and not very sweet. It’s always a good choice to go with it when it comes to meals with my family because we don’t go light on anything.
My mom also got me my favorite flower combo: roses and lilies. (My grandma’s name is Rose and my mom’s name is Lilya.)
As a gift, my family got me something I’ve droppin’ hints about for a while:
Now I can watch Netflix in my bed. That is either a big problem or the best thing ever, can’t decide. Time will tell.
And of course, I got myself a birthday present…because your birthday is the ultimate #treatyoself day.
If Neutrogena ever stops making this, I will go on a one-woman strike. Best thing $8 can buy!
Nothing like a fine birthday to remind you that your life is full of love, good food, and more love. What else do you need?