We started labor day with a tasty breakfast of scrambled eggs with as much chives as I like, toast and two slices of bacon. My husband owed it to me since last Thursday, April 27, was my 60th birthday or, more modernly, my sixtieth lap around the sun, but that morning we left very early after spending the night without electricity for therapy with my son...
These days I am in little mood to celebrate. That day we didn't do anything special at home or outside of it, but the first day Víctor prepared a cake (I didn't want to celebrate my birthday) so he didn't make any on Thursday, however as some neighbors came with a surprise for me, He made one that he calls taratela, it's like quesillo with pears and bread, it's exquisite, it seemed strange to me that he made it so big, of course, more came and there was nothing better to serve something than hard grated bread.
The neighbors brought a "paila" as we say around these parts of chicken wings with pineapple sauce, taking advantage of the fact that in the grocery store on the corner they were selling three pineapples for a dollar and one of them has a chicken sale, another brought soft drinks and My husband prepared a super salad (which is my favourite) for the post-birthday party and also Labor Day.
One of the advantages of being married and living with a chef is that they make beautiful cerations out of any meal, no matter how simple, just like she did at the end of the afternoon with a chocolate and some nuts that a former student gave me on Thursday, the decorated, prepared a candy and that's how he showed off with the dear neighbors who always try to accompany us, lift our spirits and say presents.
