I was born on St. Patrick’s Day. Everyone’s Irish on that day and conveniently I am anyway, so it makes it an extra special day for me. I also have two older sisters born during that same week in March and we’ve often celebrated our birthdays together. But we’ve always each had our own favorite cakes.
What likely started as my Mom’s attempt to give the birthday girls in March our own special day, has continued into a birthday tradition for me. My birthday cake has been white cake–green frosting, every year for as long I can remember. Even when I lived in Vermont my mom put the cake, carefully packaged in a box and shipped via UPS, I would have my cake, and eat it too, on my birthday.
There may have been a couple of years when my cake was made by someone other than my Mom. A co-worker, a friend, another family member, all have made the fluffy white cake topped with varying shades of green frosting, upon which my candles have been lit. Thanks to everyone, especially Mom, for making sure I could MY eat cake on my birthday!