Breakfast Trilogy on my Birthday

I am turning 47 today (holy crap!). I sometimes wonder how I got to be so old. I must have blinked because I don't have any other explanation. This morning I woke up to two beautiful men voices singing happy birthday (in Finnish) to me while they were carrying a breakfast tray, gifts and a card to me. I propped myself up in the bed and marveled about the birthday bounty. It was a trilogy.

1) Poached egg with apple walnut smoked cheddar (ohhh, so good)
2) Thrice cooked oatmeal (it was cooked in the microwave in 10 second increments 3 times, hence the "thrice", says Rod) This was very good.
3) Salt-brined French Toast. This was no good. There is a little glass jar by the stove that I brought from Paris last year. I keep "Real Salt" in this jar with a little spoon in it. Rod thought it was cinnamon sugar because the salt has little specks in it. Rod went back to the kitchen and cooked up a new batch of French Toast and that time it was excellent and so yummy.

Rod said that he thought he was this amazing chef on my birthday morning, but now he has become just another blog entry. That is super funny. Do I live my life from blog entry to blog entry? Not sure. Anyway, the breakfast was so good and the boys were so thoughtful. I loved my birthday morning.


Breakfast trilogy and my two new books: Ken Follett "Fall of Giants" and Vince Flynn's "American Assassin". Happy reading to me.


Eventhough I sent Rod my birthday wish list, of course I had to do a little of my own shopping. So, I bought a new purse and a new "whatchamacallit" knitted tunic type of thing.


My mom sent me 2 books that I wanted and a surprise scarf. Ilkka Remes "Shokkiaalto" and Pirjo Tuominen's "Mariaana, Vantaan Tytär".

Thank you all for a wonderful birthday.

And start saving your money for the Bora Bora trip in 3 years. You are all invited.