Celebrating birthdays and anniversaries is something that my family does throughout the month of August. Each of the children’s wives had a birthday in the month of August, which is the month in which both children were married. When you include in the children’s aunt, the month turns out to be a month filled with parties and get-togethers with the family. Every kid has the right to choose what they want to eat and what kind of cake they want to eat as soon as they are able to exert their own free will. Having spent my childhood on a farm, going out to dine was not something that was in the cards. Our birthday meals were always prepared at home since we had a herd of cows that needed regular care. As a result, we had to prepare them ourselves. The steak, french fries, and corn that we had blanched and frozen the previous year were the dishes that I always chose to eat. In order to cook the potato slices, dad would bring out the cast iron Dutch oven and melt the bacon fat that had accumulated in the oven prior to using it. They seemed indescribable to me. a delicacy that is no longer available on our menu since the can of bacon grease is no longer being considered for usage. My birthday cake was always angel cake. I never had any other cake. Is there anything that could possible be better than a dessert that is formed from the egg whites of a dozen eggs and completed with a drizzle of lemon glaze? My two children, as they got older, took great pleasure in the fact that they were able to choose what they would have for their special lunch. On a regular basis, one of them desired pizza, while the other desired pasta. On the other hand, the most enjoyable part was preparing and decorating their birthday cakes. In addition to clowns, we also constructed fire vehicles and school buildings. There was a specific clown who kept losing his marshmallow nose to the birthday kid when it was just about completed. As the month of August has come to a close, I take a moment to reflect on the past and observe how things have evolved. The fact that each “kid” now has their own family means that they do not visit grandma’s home as often as they used to. It needs an excessive amount of time from them outside of their hectic lives. We have decided to get together with everyone who is able to make it, and we will do it sometime around the time when the aunt’s birthday is. Despite this, everyone still wants to have a say in the food that they eat. At least one person is allergic to shellfish, while the other is allergic to seafood. Some people avoid gluten, while others do not consume meat or pork in their diet. As for the last one, they have difficulty with food textures, are sensitive to artificial sweeteners, and are also allergic to soy. Basically, we are left with the option of either chicken or turkey. In the event that the bird is cooked whole, the gluten-free individual will be unable to enjoy handmade buns and stuffing. and the aunt suffers from diabetes. Following a lunch consisting of a chicken dish with the fixings, we have come to the conclusion that a buffet of sweets will provide the whole family with the opportunity to choose their own dessert. A chocolate cake recipe from the family is given to the gluten-free individual. The recipe calls for gluten-free flour, which is an ingredient that works well in the dish in question. One other thing that is always there on that table is a German chocolate cake that is topped with coconut pecan icing. A low-calorie and low-sugar strawberry chiffon pie created just for the aunt is presented to her. On other occasions, strawberry shortcake is being served, while another individual is requesting a lemon cake with lemon frosting for their birthday. The time has come for us to celebrate. The personalized celebration for each person is no longer the focus of attention. August no longer carries the excitement that was associated with birthdays in the past. I am hopeful that as the grandkids get older, we will be able to get back to the point where we can let them choose what they want to do at their celebrations, and that the joy will start all over again.
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