There a lot of tradition in each family surrounding birthday cake, or maybe the lack of a birthday cake. In my family we somehow got started with ice cream cakes and can’t seem to stop. Homemade cakes are nice, but somehow we always end up at the ice cream store ordering another frozen confection that is the highlight of the occasion. If you have to be stuck on an idea that gets used again and again, ice cream isn’t such a bad one. Eating ice cream beats getting drunk around the barbecue grill and rehashing all the family issues at the top of your lungs. Yeah, the random “Mmm, mmm, mmm, yummy” is better.
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Secrets
She didn’t want to miss the shops. Her urgency wasn’t a Birthday party with cake but posting a card to Sunday Secrets. Her love was in the words…
I should be saying “Happy Birthday Elliott” for the 9th time…but I never got to say it at all. Love Mummy x
You can pretend you’re like the others, and so can we; it works until the birthday invitation comes. How could I tell you ‘No’? But when it’s time for cake (a cake the other children can eat but will poison you) we’re left outside them, to share a different slice from home. No matter how rich and special I make your own slice, no matter how many sprinkles and sweeties are on it, it’s always… different from the others, and apart. I always dreaded you’d someday feel different from the others, and apart. Stupid cake.
When was that when their eyes would lit up when the cake was being brought to the table? When was it when each one would have to take turn in blowing the birthday candles because it was everybody’s birthday too? When was that time when ……. Yes, when?