He turned 30 on Christmas Eve, our son number one.
Back in November Marc moved to the top end, Darwin, to start his first posting in the Air Force, having completed his training.
We were lucky to have him return home for a two week holiday over Christmas and New Year.
As an extended family we celebrated his 30th birthday the same day we celebrated Christmas.
That was a bit of a bummer when he was a kid. Back then he had what we called a ‘coming home birthday’ on the anniversary of his arrival home. But he’s all grown up now so that tradition lies in the annals of family history along with other tales.
I asked him what kind of birthday cake he wanted. Täytekakku was the preferred choice. Literally translated it means filled cake. One of my sister-in-laws calls it wet cake and refuses to eat it.
It actually is a lightly moistened sponge cake that has been cut into layers. I cheated and bought an unfilled sponge. TRH (The Retired Husband) and Marc helped in its construction under my watchful eye.
We moistened it with unsweetened apricot juice. Then came a filling of chunky mango sauce I had cooked up. Once the four layers were complete, it was smothered in whipped cream laced with a bit of sugar and generous lashings of vanilla essence. To finish it off, the top was covered in slices of fresh mango, and the sides covered in crumbled chocolate flakes. It was delicious!
Marc returned to Darwin yesterday. We had a lovely two weeks with the kids. Now, it’s time to get the house back in order. I spent today packing away all the assorted Christmas paraphernalia.
© Raili Tanska
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