So, I've received a call from my mom already, and I feel like I need to start out by saying that everyone is ok. I don't think the intention was to be alarmist.
This is my, JD's, recollection of the events on Monday, my birthday. I know that wren thinks that it was the worst birthday ever, but I think it made a rather unremarkable age (28) into a memorable event. To begin with, this is the first year that I've actually had the opportunity to celebrate my birthday in Seattle. We've been here for about 5 years, but this was the first. And that's was fantastic.
As most family's do, we have a requisite cake and birthday dinner at the request of the birthday recipient. This year, I asked for a lasagna for dinner, and then a pound cake with strawberries and whip cream for my cake. Un-orthodox, maybe, but it's my birthday and I'l do what I want to.
Wren's lasagna is awesome. I always love it. This was Birthday Fiasco #1...she didn't like the way it turned out. So, as you can imagine, this put the evening into a bit of a spin. Now, this is where things get interesting. We have never made pound cake before. As a good self declared dork, I researched it first; and we found what would seem to be a great recipe in Cook's Illustrated (one of our favorite resources). We got the whole thing going and everything was looking great. As we sat down for dinner, we put the pound cake in the oven. Dinner was (as I mentioned) great. Wren went to go check on the cake and, enter Birthday Fiasco #2. The cake batter had melted, and seeped it's way through the gap between the false bottom and the ring of the bunt pan. Having never thought this to be possible, there was no type of catchment system in place below the bunt pan and we had batter, which at this point was cooking, on the bottom of our oven. I found this to be fantastically awesome, and as you can imagine, Wren, not so much. She felt that she had ruined my birthday. In reality, I think I'm the one that messed it up when I tried to level the top of the batter and get the air bubbles out, I rapped the pan on the top of the counter. This may have allowed batter to get where it wasn't supposed to be.
At this point, Wren was in a tissy and ran to the store to pick up some QFC pound cake. All she cold find was Sour Cream Pound Cake. (Technically Birthday Fiasco #3). Now that we have cake in hand, it was candle and singing time. All systems go. She sings, the dogs are confused, and when I go to blow out the candle, it turns out her finger was in front of the flash of the camera. She pouts, we decide a mulligan is in order. Re-light the candles, prepare the camera. This time, so as to not miss a thing, the camera is thought to be put in blast mode. This will continue to take pictures as long as the shutter button is held down. Well, wren put it in flash delay, and when she pushed the button, the light started blinking for the delay. HILARITY ENSUES! (Birthday Fiasco #4).
So, as you can see, it all worked out great. The birthday was fantastic. Maybe I don't have pictures of my candles being blown out. Maybe we didn't make a home-made cake. But I have this memory that will last until I'm 88.
Love you wren.