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December 7, 2025

It was Dror’s 70th birthday. He’s the third or fourth cousin in our Frame cohort to turn 70. Well, now that I’ve said that, let’s really count: Teresa was the first, then Chad, then Jim, then Marie, then Marty.. and now Dror (he’s the sixth, as it turns out). Then it will be me, then Alan.. and so it will go (Monica, Mark, John, Maita, probably in that order). (Someone correct me if I’m wrong on that.)

Back to the topic of this blog post: Dror’s birthday. And more specifically, the baking of his requested birthday cake.

First thing I learned: Dror’s favorite cake is Black Forest.

Never made one of those. Wasn’t even sure what it was.

Researched some recipes, found one from a site called Liv for Cake. Seemed definitive, got great reviews. She said it was an easy cake. I’m not sure I would say that. Each part is easy, but there are a lot of parts and it took all afternoon to make the thing.

So.. you make the cake (that is easy). You divide the batter between two 8″ or 9″ cake pans. It has to cool completely before going to the assembly phase, so that takes some time. While that’s happening, you make some cherry syrup (sugar, water, and Maraschino liqueur, or Kirsch). That was easy. Then you make what will become thin dark chocolate bark. That was easy, too, but required watching a video for its clever technique. Then you make some whipped cream. Also easy, but yet another step.

Okay.. so here’s the cake, it was really good cake in its bare state:

I asked Jim to do the honors of cutting each cake into two layers, for a total of four. Look at that concentration.

You put a layer on a cake plate, generously spread cherry liqueur syrup over it, add a layer of whipped cream..

… and then add cherries. Cherries are not in season so I used frozen and sorta splayed them across the layer. One could (maybe should) use Maraschino cherries. But I just couldn’t. These were a blend of sweet and sour cherries, so I added a bunch of sugar to them to sweeten them up.

Then you repeat this for each layer. You end up with a four-layer cake. I usually top out at two-layer cakes.. so this was kind of new.

You then frost the entire outside of the cake with the whipped cream:

One can then decorate it in all kinds of ways. Most folks do puffs of whipped cream on top with a cherry on top of each puff. Some sprinkle with shaved chocolate (that’s what we did). Some do both.

For extra excitement, Liv for Cake suggested surrounding the cake with chocolate bark. That seemed fun.. so I learned how to make bark. You heat some good dark chocolate in the microwave, stirring in 20 second increments until just melted. Then spread in a thin layer on a sheet of parchment paper. Then roll the parchment into a roll about 1.5-2″ in diameter. After it has chilled in the refrigerator for about 30-60 mins, it is ready to be unfurled, and as you do that, shards fall off in curved lengths. I made two of these, and I gotta say: fantastic!

This is what we did with them:

The chocolate shavings on top came from grating a bar of dark chocolate w/ the cheese grater. Also pretty cool; hadn’t done that before either.

Here is Dror blowing out the candles… which resulted in a hurricane of shaved chocolate flying around the kitchen, surprising everyone. I learned that maybe you forgo the blowing out of birthday candles when you have shaved chocolate on top of your cake.

This is just pre-shaved-chocolate-hurricane. I was too shocked to snap a pic just seconds later.

Last thing I learned: I’m not really a fan of Black Forest cake. Mostly I don’t like my cakes soggy (the cherry syrup layer gets absorbed and makes things heavy and wet). I also am not really a fan of whipped cream as a cake frosting. I am not a wet cherry fan, either. The whole thing tasted okay.. but it was heavy, rich, wetter than I like and a lot of work. You can keep tiramisu, as well. Not my thing.

I did like that thin dark chocolate bark, though. We had a bunch left over and they are very fun to eat.

… and cranberry sauce and Harvard Beet making.

But, I have no picture of any of that, so I’ll share this one (taken on Wednesday by Betsy, thanks, Betsy!) of me baking a pecan pie. Forgive the time warp. And the weird smile.

Jim’s 72th.

Jim got fitted today for the crown that will screw into his implant, ending a year of implant bridge hell. Won’t go into detail, but it’s been a long flipper-frustrating year and in a few weeks he’ll finally be at the finish line. Best birthday present ever (“All I want for my birthday is my three front teeth.”)

January = Birthmonth

January 28, 2025

The birthday tradition continues, ever so enjoyingly: Breakfast at Rick and Anne’s in Berkeley, a walk [this year] at Cesar Chavez Park, down at the Marina.

A really nice memorial to Cesar and Dolores…

With a message for our times!!

It was a beautiful, crisp day down on the water.. full of vibrant colors:

Happy Birthday Elliot and Kari!

My Day…

January 25, 2025

… spent with my guy.

Here’s what went down:

A leisurely arisal (apparently not a word); surprise Neccos (that Jim); our traditional Dillon breakfast; a breathtaking drive from Dillon to Pt. Reyes; a lovely trailhead conversation with a pair of doctors from Berkeley who offered us oranges; a level, 6-mile hike (the first, I might add, following the great 2024 knee blowout) from Muddy Hollow to Limantour Beach; an assortment of arty jellyfish; an early dinner at the Station House Cafe in Pt. Reyes Station (which included a celebratory 1/2 doz raw oysters, exceptional cornbread and a very memorable polenta/greens/toma cheese entree); a sated and happy drive home, arriving back to Dillon for an exquisite sunset. We capped the day with my come-from-behind squeaker of a Perquacky victory and a movie thriller that strained credulity (Carry-on).

Game Changers

January 22, 2025

For just a moment, allow me to put aside my raging political angst (the list of angst-inducing news items on this, day two, of the new administration, is long and frightful) and my concern for the LA fires (another took hold this afternoon and is spreading rapidly thanks to another round of hurricane force winds) and share two most amazing developments from the past couple of days.

Development #1:

Prednisone. I was prednisone-ignorant. My limited research suggests there are definitely concerns with the use of corticosteroids, but when my PCP offered a 5-day burst of steroids to treat some stubborn inflammation, I was hesitant, but also desperate. I decided to try it. Today, I concluded my 5-day course and hooboy! I feel like a prednisone queen, the poster senior citizen of steroid users, a member of the cast of Cocoon (remember that movie where a whole bunch of seniors discover the fountain of youth and enjoy a new lease on life?). I just cannot believe that last Friday night — five days ago — I was suffering through my fifth solid month of misery, pain and immobility, and by Saturday morning, just hours after my first 50mg of prednisone, I was damn near free of that same misery, pain and immobility. Today, Wednesday, my walk around the Arb with Janet was epic. I mean: no limits. In my workout this morning, I was cycling through stretching exercises without a care in the world. My stuck shoulder? Full mobility. My knees? I can twist, bear weight, kneel, drop into a sublime Child’s Pose. If I’m honest… it’s like 95%, maybe not quite 100%. But still. Game changer.

I can’t seem to get my mind off a book I read (we all read) when I was a kid … remember Flowers for Algernon? The story of a developmentally disabled man who, through an operation, increases his IQ, enjoys the riches of life, falls in love.. and then.. the mouse upon whom the experiment was first carried out dies, signaling that Charlie’s newfound joy will not last. Yeah.. that’s my fear, too.

For now, I’ll enjoy. We’ll see what this prednisone experiment holds.

Development #2

Cordless, rechargeable, wall mounted vacuum cleaner. It’s no secret, I’m a bit fussy when it comes to a clean and tidy house. Matters a lot to me. Order keeps me sane, cleanliness makes me happy. Some years ago, Jim replaced our regular old canister vacuum cleaner with one of these water-filter contraptions, reported to do the best job on floors. I don’t dispute that. Thing is, it’s a bear to use. Requires a relatively complicated assembly each time you use it b/c you have to remove the tank, fill it with clean water, then reassemble it. Frankly, it’s tricky, and awkward. If I did it every day, maybe. But as infrequently as I vacuum (because: Miguel), the learning curve’s remained steep. It has long been a major disincentive to hauling out the vacuum for jobs big and small.

I broke a glass the other day, which shattered into shards of all sizes and spread far and wide. It was spectacular. Cleaning this up was a nightmare. Took probably an hour with lots of hands and knees, a few cuts, and then just nervousness that I was leaving some behind. I couldn’t bear getting out the water vacuum, so used a little portable unit we got a couple years ago, which is a step up from a dust buster, designed to be a quicker picker upper for small jobs, but is a hassle when the task is shattered glass. This was a sign to me that I needed a better vacuuming solution.

It’s my birthday this week, so I announced to Jim that an easily accessible, easy to use vacuum cleaner was at the top of my gift list. And here it is, accessibly mounted in the laundry room, just steps from future glass catastrophes. I shouldn’t be this happy, but I am.