I’m of the belief that when your birthday rolls around, you should do whatever makes you happy.
If you want full-fat yogurt with rhubarb for breakfast, then you should have it.
(Of course, since it’s your birthday, you should probably have a very buttery, cinammon-sugary morning bun with your yogurt. But you might eat it too fast to snap a photo of it.)
While you get dressed, go ahead and hit replay on Conor Oberst’s song White Shoes three times. Because you find it mesmerizing, and because the advice is so good.
“Anything you wanna do
just tell me what you wanna do”
On your birthday, you really ought to wear your favorite shoes. Even if they’re a little quirky.
And when you get your hands on that new camera, your first real camera, you should spend the morning fiddling and snapping.
And you mustn’t forget the obligatory new-camera, facing-the-mirror shot.
When your daughter asks what kind of cake you’d like her to bake, don’t hold back. Ask for that coconut cake from David Lebovitz that you’ve been eyeing in that cookbook for years. Don’t worry over the fact that it requires three layers, homemade coconut custard, and a rum syrup. She can handle it. (And that link there–the one with the recipe that says you can use a store-bought sponge cake? Know she isn’t going for store-bought, no way. Not for her mama.)
She’ll make the whole thing, start to finish, including toasting the coconut. But hang tight! You don’t get to taste it until later.
Because you really ought to get out. What’s that? You’ve never been to the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park? Why then, pack up the kids and go!
They’ll like it. Especially the carnivorous plants special exhibit.
When your husband asks where you want to go for dinner, choose tapas. And curse the restaurant for being too dark for photos, because you really wanted a shot of that glorious pile of patatas bravas with spicy tomato sauce and allioli. Order more dishes than is reasonable. It’s your birthday, after all.
Make sure to leave room for that cake. It will be one of the most delicious cakes you’ve ever tasted; you’ll be requesting it for years. (Just like Alice Waters’ father apparently did.)
At the end of the day, feel happy. Know that there’s still a little cake left for tomorrow. And a little time each day to do anything you wanna do.