Yours Will Number

This year has brought in many untraditional birthday songs and a handful of tiny flames to accompany them. In a spirit of vegangelicalism and tradition I make these puffy, tippy, tiered towers and try my best to maneuver them through the city without loosing layers or letters, both of which do happen here and there at the intersections of unruly turnstiles and clumsy feets. Below is a sampling of the celebratory bounty, with words sung by bands IM and SS. I am excited to have been given the honor and challenge of doing my very first wedding cake this summer for my dear friends, SM and KM.

KM is born. We eat Carrot and Coconut Spice cake with Cream Cheese frosting, Toasted Coconut, and Marzipan Carrots.

When you wake up sun will shine.
We will not go under any cloud.
Let balloons go up in town,
ring out every bell.
Happy birthday, beautiful,
all the birds of this day
sing a song, sing a song.

AS is born. We eat Lemon cake with Curd, Buttercream, and Braised Lemon Slices.

Dream of trains carrying you
through the state parks with the cherry flowers.
When you wake up it will be
the beginning of the world.
Happy birthday, beautiful,
in the fields of this day
hear a song, hear a song.

 

BKLG is born. We eat Red Velvet with Missoni Buttercream and Fondant Flags.

Oh, undeserved sweetness and light,
stay by my side.
We will go out in the morning now,
a crown of maple leaves, a crown of flowers
circling your sweet head.
Happy birthday, beautiful,
in the streets of this day
play a song, play a song.

GK is born. We eat Apple Spice Cake with Cardammom Buttercream and Carmel Peneuche and Blanched Peanuts.

 Yours will number, yours will be

A paragon a Paraclete.

Keep your bed warm, keep your humor,

Keep your proverbs short and sweet.

PG is born. We eat red velvet with Buttercream and Fondant Slabby Words.

With Celebration,

NRG