4,000 swap cards
Apr. 17th, 2010 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyHow many of something do you have to have before you've got a collection? There was an article in yesterday's paper about a woman who had 4,000 swap cards neatly filed in special albums and she claimed she wasn't a collector. Which doesn't sound right, does it? You don't just acquire 4.000 of anything by chance.
Today is my mother's birthday. I think she liked her box of stuff, particularly the almond and vanilla nougat from the fine food emporium (that's what the business card says). She wasn't expecting a present, she said, given that she had already had one (the Tom Jones concert), but I said she had to have something to unwrap on the day. Also, because she didn't want a big party, she saved me all the organising that her friend Lynn's daughter had to do, and, besides, she'll only be sixty once. 'Thank goodness,' she said. 'I'd be one hundred and twenty.' Can't argue with that.
Anyway, I made the birthday cake this morning and this afternoon I decorated it. About thirty years ago, my mother bought the Australian Women's Weekly Birthday Cake Cookbook, and it has done sterling service ever since (I had the Swimming Pool Cake shown on that website one year, and I am working up the courage to make the Duck Cake, which is held together with toothpicks and has a popcorn afro and potato chip beak and an awful lot of bright yellow frosting). It's a brilliant book, based on the idea that simple cakes that have been rearranged and decorated with Smarties can look spectacular. Or ridiculous, if I do it. This year, I made the Ghost Cake.
Today is my mother's birthday. I think she liked her box of stuff, particularly the almond and vanilla nougat from the fine food emporium (that's what the business card says). She wasn't expecting a present, she said, given that she had already had one (the Tom Jones concert), but I said she had to have something to unwrap on the day. Also, because she didn't want a big party, she saved me all the organising that her friend Lynn's daughter had to do, and, besides, she'll only be sixty once. 'Thank goodness,' she said. 'I'd be one hundred and twenty.' Can't argue with that.
Anyway, I made the birthday cake this morning and this afternoon I decorated it. About thirty years ago, my mother bought the Australian Women's Weekly Birthday Cake Cookbook, and it has done sterling service ever since (I had the Swimming Pool Cake shown on that website one year, and I am working up the courage to make the Duck Cake, which is held together with toothpicks and has a popcorn afro and potato chip beak and an awful lot of bright yellow frosting). It's a brilliant book, based on the idea that simple cakes that have been rearranged and decorated with Smarties can look spectacular. Or ridiculous, if I do it. This year, I made the Ghost Cake.