While Sylvan napped Ivory cut the butter into pieces and dropped them into the mixer.
Yup - she is making the icing for Adam's birthday cake in a velvety unitard. It is An Almond Torte. A ridiculous cake really - 18 eggs, a pound of butter, cocoa, espresso, chocolate covered coffee beans. We creamed yolks, whipped egg whites and baked the tree layers early, early in the morning. (I tried to get up early enough to do it alone, but instead I had two enthusiastic helpers for the whole process.)
|Adam's other gifts: a Stag Horn Fern and an Orchid|
I miss Adam.... and creating an elaborate cake is one way to make the missing him fun. I can't get away with making a cake as elaborate as this when he is walking in and out of our kitchen, opening the fridge, and snooping around. How often do I get to make an entire dinner that states it is better if made a day ahead? The day before he comes home - that's when - and it happens to be his birthday.
Ivory put the finishing touch on the fire pit. And then we waited.. or rather she waited, Sylvan napped and I folded the laundry and washed the dishes.
After Adam walked through the door Ivory allowed him just enough time to take a shower, and me just enough time to make pot of coffee (decaf of course, there is enough espresso in the icing) and then came the long awaited moment: