...how I spent my birthday, it went like this: I woke up at my usual before dawn hour (I'm an early bird, never have got that worm though) and my mother skyped me from Texas to sing happy birthday. She has sung happy birthday to me on the phone every year for as long as I can remember (whether I'd like her to or not). This was the first time via skype. I may prefer it via telephone, slightly less cringe worthy. (This is one of those family traditions that I pretend to hate but if it ever stopped I'd be really sad). Then I made myself a ham, egg & cheese breakfast sandwich trying to replicate the deli breakfasts of my youth. But it's not the same without a hard roll and The Poughkeepsie Journal. Fail.
After my breakfast sandwich fail I decided to treat myself to some online shopping. I scanned through piperlime.com (international delivery, I love you so) and put loads of stuff in my basket, before deciding on the far more practical Larousse Gastronomique
over on Amazon. (I hate how practical I've become, I want to be frivolous just one time. I have know idea when I became such a Puritan. Although I doubt a Puritan would spend €50 on a cookbook even if it's the biggest bestest cookbook ever).
And because I was feeling so Puritanical, I mopped the floor. And then again an hour later after Fifty tracked muddy paw prints all over it. Guess that was my present from Fifty (since I'm still waiting on a card or something). Thanks Fifty.
After all my hard work (not really but whatever, it was my birthday) I spent the afternoon watching Downton Abbey marvelling at the wonder that is Dame Maggie Smith, while sipping a bowl of hot chocolate and extra marshmallows. And since I couldn't be that lazy (being a Puritan and all), and knowing that idle hands make the devils work, I gave myself a manicure with this:
And then picked out an outfit for dinner while Fifty and I danced to the Black Eyed Peas (Fifty loves that Dirty Bit song). Since The Husband was taking me to dinner at Lupin Blanc (which if you ever find yourself near, you have to try... and of course phone me up and I'll join you) I picked out a shirt I haven't worn since my Dublin days. It looks pretty much like this:
So at Lupin Blanc we picked a table right next to the fire place and I ordered ravioli in creamy calvados truffle sauce. Heaven. Heaven in my mouth. It was so good, I even took a doggy bag home (in France, sacré bleu!). And while I was enjoying my ravioli and wine, some people sat down at the table next to us, and one of the people turned out to be my doctor (which isn't uncomfortable at all having a doctor whose seen your bits and pieces eating a few feet away from you). But then I had a Manzana digestif and then another one after that and then I really didn't care anymore about that doctor who had seen my bits and pieces.
After my breakfast sandwich fail I decided to treat myself to some online shopping. I scanned through piperlime.com (international delivery, I love you so) and put loads of stuff in my basket, before deciding on the far more practical Larousse Gastronomique
And because I was feeling so Puritanical, I mopped the floor. And then again an hour later after Fifty tracked muddy paw prints all over it. Guess that was my present from Fifty (since I'm still waiting on a card or something). Thanks Fifty.
After all my hard work (not really but whatever, it was my birthday) I spent the afternoon watching Downton Abbey marvelling at the wonder that is Dame Maggie Smith, while sipping a bowl of hot chocolate and extra marshmallows. And since I couldn't be that lazy (being a Puritan and all), and knowing that idle hands make the devils work, I gave myself a manicure with this:
And then picked out an outfit for dinner while Fifty and I danced to the Black Eyed Peas (Fifty loves that Dirty Bit song). Since The Husband was taking me to dinner at Lupin Blanc (which if you ever find yourself near, you have to try... and of course phone me up and I'll join you) I picked out a shirt I haven't worn since my Dublin days. It looks pretty much like this:
(Please note the high buttoned up collar; re: puritan) And since I wore dark blue jeans too, that photo could practically be me except with a few more pounds stuck on, and different nail polish too.
So at Lupin Blanc we picked a table right next to the fire place and I ordered ravioli in creamy calvados truffle sauce. Heaven. Heaven in my mouth. It was so good, I even took a doggy bag home (in France, sacré bleu!). And while I was enjoying my ravioli and wine, some people sat down at the table next to us, and one of the people turned out to be my doctor (which isn't uncomfortable at all having a doctor whose seen your bits and pieces eating a few feet away from you). But then I had a Manzana digestif and then another one after that and then I really didn't care anymore about that doctor who had seen my bits and pieces.
And then when we got home, because I had that extra Manzana, I really didn't want any of that nice Champagne The Husband had bought me for my birthday. But the the next morning, I had some for my breakfast along with the rest of my ravioli.
Waste not want not.
See, Puritan like.
I am so happy your Birthday went well:-) Happy birthday again!!! More and happiness and blessings this year....
ReplyDeleteOooh its nice that are birthdays are so near one another! are you an aquarian too? :-)
Your birthday sounds amazing! Even if you are a Puritan.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a pretty good birthday. And I'd rather run into my Dr in a restaurant than on the road...I almost ran over mine last night, not sure she's going to want to see me again.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to you!
You crack me up! Glad you had a good one!
ReplyDeleteOh I loved reading this! What an honest birthday. The mister and I celebrated both of our past birthdays with decedent fancy suppers and low-key days... sometimes perhaps it's best that way!
ReplyDeleteAnywho...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Happy B-Day Sara!!! A Huge Hug! XoXo
ReplyDeleteHappy, Happy, Happy....Birthmonth, Sara! I'm a little late. We need to discuss Puritanism however. The blouse and the morning champagne suggest either a Puritan trying to break out....or the opposite of Puritan (whatever that is) trying to reign herself in. This needs to be explored further. And you have a whole birthmonth to to it! Have fun.
ReplyDeleteI can only hope I played a part in your watching downton abbey. Btw im taking a break from blogging.
ReplyDeleteBtw: happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! What a delicious way to spend it.
ReplyDeleteOh I hate seeing my doctor when I'm out and about, he's such a Lord Snoot.
What a wonderful way to spend you day!
ReplyDeletei'm going to request champagne and ravioli for the day after my birthday now too!
xxx
Dinner with the Husband and dancing with Fifty sound like the perfect bday. I've got to come try the truffle ravioli.
ReplyDeleteMy mother sings the hbday song to me and my sister too...and now it's all the grandkids. I don't think skype would be a good medium for my mother's talents either.
you are lovely. one of the best. happy birthday again.
aidan xo
Champagne for breakfast is, as we would say in Philly, totally tits. Happy Birthday SL!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to have to look up this restaurant! Hilarious that you pre-danced (as in pre-drinking, but smarter) for your birthday party. Nice.
ReplyDeleteFifty wants me to point out the he was the doggie in doggie bag, not you. So glad you had a Happy Birthday.
ReplyDeleteHappy Bday SL. Someday my wife and I will get it together and you will get an email saying we're just about to tuck into some of that ravioli, and would you folks like to join us. Sounds so goooood.
ReplyDeletesounds like you had a great b-day!!
ReplyDeleteI actually did not get singing birthday songs this year...it was a little sad, though appreciated as I was verrryyy hungover and not up to off key familiy renditions of Polish Happy Birthdays. Seems like you had a good purtanical day!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds absolutely lovely, especially dancing around with Fifty and the extra marshmallows! I love how you have such an awesome attitude about mopping and being seated next to your doctor -- it makes all the difference. Chicago is awful with delis (I haven't even been able to find a good one)...no one makes a good breakfast sandwich like NY. Love to shout-out to Poughkeepsie!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful birthday!
ReplyDeleteAnd if Puritan is sheer with ruffles, then I think it looks great on you ;)
Perfect birthday. You are my kind of gal, happy birthday again! Wish you lived closer! ha
ReplyDeleteChampagne and truffle-calvados drenched ravioli for breakfast. THAT a girl!
ReplyDeleteChampagne is best served at breakfast anyways.... cheers and happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteAhh such a puritan birthday! (you're so american right!)...high collars, housework and frugal online shopping.
ReplyDeleteALTHOUGH, see-thru tops, champagne and truffle ravioli, blue nail polish and dancing to the B.E.P's definitely cancels out that puritan nonsense! Happy Birthday Missy!!!! Hope this next year is your best yet.... Bonne Fete!
What a fun birthday (except for mopping the floor)! Your dinner sounds delectable - and you took home leftovers even.
ReplyDeleteFunny about your Dr. run in. I wonder if they feel as awkward about seeing us as we do about seeing them?
I am waiting in the Netflix queue for Downtown Abbey at your suggestion - think I saw you mention it on FB. Anyway, Netflix says I have a "Very Long Wait". I'll have to try to be patient.
Thanks for giving us your Bday recap!
The Poughkeepsie Journal! Don't tell me you actually got it...and read it? Yep, we subscribed for twenty years. Was it worth all those$$ to read the local news?? hmmm. I wonder. Glad to be far away from it now!
ReplyDeleteHappy late Birthday!
Ohhhh, traditions that we pretend to hate. My family sings 5 birthday songs in a row. They never seem to stop. If I ever ended that tradition, though, I think I would cry every time someone quit singing after one song.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you had a nice birthday, Puritanism aside.
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Happy Birthday Sara-Louise! Sounds like your Mom singing over Skype got things off to a fantastic start. Ravioli and Champagne for breakfast -birthdays are made to be enjoyed and I think you did!
ReplyDeleteContinue the celebration for the rest of the month if possible...
Mimi
I linked to your blog at my blog..
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ReplyDeleteMimi (too much sugar today...)
happy birthday! And that top? Not so puritan.
ReplyDeleteHappy belated birthday Sarah. Sounds like you had a great day...except for mopping the floor twice. You know me, I love food and restaurants...where is Lupin Blanc?
ReplyDeleteSounds nice! Happy 29th Birthday! ;)
ReplyDeleteThat ravioli sounds amazing!
ReplyDeleteStill though, waking up early and mopping on your birthday? You're a crazy woman.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Bon Anniversaire! Love the polish, love the blouse, love the champagne. Still cracking up over the doctor and your bits, but my stomach growling over your ravioli seems to be helping.
ReplyDeleteA Votre Sante!
A very happy birthday to you! It sounds like you had a wonderful time!
ReplyDeletewaouw!!! you have your birthday in february... like me! we are the best! happy birthday ...late :)
ReplyDeleteHope your birthday was the ish! It sounds like it was. Thanks again for my award! I finally did my 7 things today : ) You're awesome!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fab b-day! Well, except for the muddy prints :) Ok, & did you paint your nails blue like the photo - just because I did for my b-day this year...thinking maybe it was a 30s in France kinda thing, lol!
ReplyDeleteBelated happy Birthday! Sounds as if you had a simply fabulous day! Love the top and the nail varnish!!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had one hell of a post-birthday breakfast the next morning. All breakfasts should be like that!
ReplyDeleteWell, happy belated bday to you! Sounds like a delicious day. And what's that cookbook all about? No price too high for fine food, I say.
ReplyDeleteps. my verification word was "foood!"
Happy Belated Birthday! It sounds like it was a good one :) Just reading about that ravioli makes me a little hungry.
ReplyDeleteA ravioli and champagne breakfast! LOL. I'm going to ask for the same on my birthday!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds wonderful! Especially the breakfast the next morning :) What a way to start the day! This was so funny, I was laughing from beginning to end!
ReplyDeleteAlso I got a blog award and you were one of the people I passed it onto. All of the info is on my page :) xoxo
Happyyy belated birthday, Sara! The way you write makes me smile - even though you now are making me so hungry for ravioli and truffles, which is very bad because it is 11:30 p.m. here, which is much to late for food like that. :(
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you looked absolutely gorgeous in that shirt - so pretty!
I love coming to your blog - not to be redundant, but you just have such a lovely writing style, and absolutely every post I've read has made me happy for reasons I don't even know :)
Have a lovely week, dear!
yay yay yay! love birthday posts--and it sounds like you had a pretty marvelous one! sending along my belated birthday wishes...and I'll toast to your next year tomorrow! love that nail polish, btw! xoxo {av}
ReplyDeleteHello and belated Happy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a nice and relaxing day. Apart from the floor mopping, but I totally understand. I too have become incurably practical in my older days. Not that I am all that old, but you know what I am saying.. :)
Glad you got to indulge in the evening. Your huz sounds lovely.
Thanks for your comment today. Hope you stop by again.
xx Charlotta
your birthday sounds divine Sara!!
ReplyDeleteand I too, like fifty, love that dirty bit song. hahaha
happy belated birthday!! I'm sooo behind on blog reading! One more week of moving and then I should be back to normal again :0 Hope all is well in petite village!
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