It doesn't take much to bake my happy cake. The ingredients are family, laughter and a fire pit.
My daughter, Grace, and I went down to Long Island this past weekend to see my sister, Diane, and her family. Saturday we had a barbecue and my brother, Dave, and his wife, Ida came out from Brooklyn. Now, a barbecue to me means hamburgers, potato salad, and a beer. But to my sister, it means filet mignon, grilled shrimp and cocktails. All I can say is vive la difference!
My brother-in-law, Doug, cooked the meat on the grill, while Dave gathered wood for the fire we'd be sitting around later. When the meal was finally done, we ate a feast of steak, shrimp, Greek potatoes and a Greek salad. I will admit I took two skewers of shrimp. If there was ever a hostess contest, Diane would win hands-down!
Later we made our way to the fire. My niece, Joyce, started a game in which everybody had to answer the same question in turn. They were universal questions like - what is most important in life? Or, what personality trait do you most deplore about yourself? No judgements or comments were allowed while people answered. Diane tried to sneak in a few comments, but any rule breaking was quickly shut down. Even Dave entered the spirit of the game and did not roll his eyes or mock the questions.
Finally, Joyce brought out the sparklers. I love sparklers. Beats me how she found them, but she did. And that, my friends, was the icing on my happy cake!