jianantonic | Birthdays around here are so fucked up

Friends probably recall that two years ago when I was living at home while waiting for my new place to be ready, I was going through a bit of a rough patch with my mom. She was on new medication which messed with her head, and I was in her way, or so she felt, and we were just clashing rather horribly. That was the year she made veal for my birthday dinner.

I don't honestly remember last year, but I guess if I had things my way, we probably ate at Himalayan Fusion. But I probably ate there even if it wasn't my birthday. This year, I'll be away on my birthday, so Mom did a big dinner last night. William, Rachel, and the girls came into town, and Emily Gercke came over, so it was a whole big thing. Mom made a delicious-looking casserole with spinach and cheese and mushrooms other good-smelling things. I got excited about the casserole, but then she told me I couldn't have any because it had chicken in it. WTF? She made it from scratch -- how hard would it have been to leave the chicken out?

"Okay, so what do I get, then?"

"Mac and cheese."

Oh boy! The ridiculous thing is that my mother, the domestic goddess, fucked up the macaroni and cheese and rendered it inedible. So I didn't even get that for my birthday dinner. Instead, I ate Easy Mac while everyone else chowed down on the casserole. Mom even got out the fine china, served wine and everything -- and I ate my dinner out of a cardboard bowl. Typical.

There is some consolation. McKenzie informed me that the casserole was actually pretty horrible. Maybe it would've been okay without the chicken.

Anyway, we're on our way over for breakfast now, a meal that is always delicious in the Massie household. As long as she makes her famous eggs, I'll forgive the overflowing table of bacon and sausage. Mmmm, Mom's eggs....

Peace.