Pickle turned one on Wednesday, much to everyone's surprise. Wasn't she just born not that long ago? How can she be a year old when she's such a wee tiny thing, cruising along the edges of the furniture in her six-month clothes? Such a dainty little pixie, but able to give as good as she gets from her two big brothers.
(Pardon our lack of kitchen ceiling. Renovations never end around here.)
We had all available family over for a little lunch today to celebrate. Crustless quiche with ham, havarti, local field greens, chives. Beet-carrot salad with beets and carrots from Lester's and green onions and dill from our CSA share. Potatoes and fruit and bacon.
She does like the helicopter the boys gave her. In her delight, she whacked herself in the head with it. She made a quick recovery, though.
And there was cake, naturally. A flourless almond Swiss roll with Chantilly cream and strawberries. The cake recipe itself came from my old copy of The Joy of Cooking, and it's super easy and tasty - it's just eggs, almond meal, a little sugar, and vanilla. It turned out bigger than I had expected, and eggier. I think eggs today are a lot larger than they were in 1974. But what odds, it was delicious. I would love to do it again with a citrusy curd filling. I'd never made a rolled cake before, but there's nothing to it; you just turn your big rectangle of cake out onto a clean tea towel while it's still hot, and roll the whole thing up, then let it cool on a rack. When you're ready to fill it, gently unroll, slather your filling on, then re-roll it without the tea towel. I think that description makes it sound harder than it really is, actually. You'll have to trust me.
It was a hit with everyone except Joodles, who really doesn't care much for cake.
Ah, Pickle. She's such a delightful little creature. Today she vroomed her first fire truck. She'll be walking any time now. She waves "good-bye" and "hello" and babbles incessantly. She has four sharp little teeth (the top ones have just broken through) and she likes playing with containers, eating handfuls of dirt, and peeling the skins off onions with her tiny little baby fingers. Not the worst hobbies, I suppose. Her siblings adore her. Everyone adores her, actually. And she likes everyone, as long as she's in my arms or Hubby C's when people address her. She's particular about that.
Happy first birthday, my dear little imp! Thanks for completing our family!