of cakes and carrots

Almost thirty years ago, we needed a baker to make a wedding cake. We stopped at Arabica on Coventry in Cleveland Heights ( where all the hippies lived ) and asked the baker if he would consider making a carrot cake wedding cake for us. He shrugged his shoulders. Sure I could give it a try. If that cake leaned and wobbled a bit – it sure tasted great.

The other day I was having lunch at Eddie Merlot’s restaurant and the menu called out “world’s greatest carrot cake”.

four layers of delight

four layers of delight

Talk is cheap, but I tried a piece and thought…. this is pretty good, they just might be right.

So for Jan’s 60th birthday party ( like I was going to bake a cake ) I asked and Eddie Merlot’s graciously agreed to make me a cake.

carrot cake, friends and champagne

carrot cake, friends and champagne

So we celebrated with food, carrot cake, and a few bottles of champagne.

May you celebrate many joys….

mile markers

When my daughters were young, we would  ride the towpath along the Cuyahoga river which runs between Akron and Cleveland.  On pink  two wheelers with streamers flying we would navigate the crushed gravel path amidst the trees and turtles lazily sleeping in the canal.  Their little legs would pump crazily as they weaved along, veering from wonder to wonder with exclamations of “Stop Dad, look at this”, or “Look a butterfly!”

Each mile had a stone marker, and after one or three depending on the day, it would be “Can’t we turn around now, I’m tired”.   But there was one place where the milestone was missing, and I would always agree and tell them “Sure, at the next marker.”  ( Laughing )

And so I come to a milestone, born in 1956, and 56 today.  It has a certain symmetry.

Alexander the Great conquered the world by the time he was 30, and I have always felt thirty years was a life and any after that are a bonus.  My bonus has been rich indeed.

With family out of town, I had planned to meet a friend for dinner, but nausea this morning ended those plans. If I feel strong enough, perhaps I will hit the club and the steam room.