My older brother, Ozzie, and my sister, Beata, along with her husband, Bill, came over for dinner this evening to celebrate my mom’s 81st birthday. Beata had come over a bit earlier to help with the decorating and the making of the crepes (palacsinta, to be more precise).
Dinner was one of my all-time favorite meals, which we affectionately call “barf” because of its appearance. It’s a kind of soup/stew that my mom makes every once in a while with a wide variety of chopped and cooked vegetables, with chunks of beef. I always add mustard (usually over-add) for extra flavor and authentic barf coloring.
Dessert was a decadent carrot cake with a square-rooted nine candles, compliments of Beata and Bill, which unfortunately everyone was too full to get to enjoy.
Even though the whole family couldn’t be here, it was a pleasant way for my mom to cap off her day of birthday celebrations.
