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When you become terribly important and famous, like Ellen DeGeneres and myself, people do stuff for you on your birthday. Famous people want to be near you. They send you taped greetings from their movie sets, touching tribute emails, photos of themselves with you, and also, fancy prezzies. I know, because I’ve seen this happen on tv. I also know because it happened to me this week. So here is my super-awesome 40th birthday round up. It is really long. And there are no recipes. But it has videos. Instagram photos. Other famous people. And a cat.
First off, I learned that I have very loyal readers. Like, I-wouldn’t-want-to-meet-you-in-a-dark-alley loyal. I’m glad you’re all on my team.
Also, I got 20 birthday cakes! And I’m getting another one on Sunday. That’s 17 Bake My Cake entries (which rocked my world), and 3 additional cakes that I stuffed my face with. I told you this body runs on sugar. With the cake Rosie is making me for Sunday, that will be 21. Which is probably about average for famous people.
Katherine and Scott (over at Eggton) sent me photos of the cake they didn’t enter for Bake My Cake. So I guess my cake total is really 22. These photos were sent to me as outtakes. (Famous people have outtakes and blooper reels.) These photos made me very happy. It’s a Justin Bieber cake. Get it? Because I’ve been threatening to get a Justin Bieber binder and backpack for baking school? Famous people tell inside jokes like that, and then they toss their hair and laugh at the little people who don’t understand.
Speaking of Rosie, she posted a tribute for me on her blog. You can see it here. It included photographic evidence of my role as The Cat in the ill-fated production of The Farmer and Dell that I told you about. If you are famous, you will toss your hair now.
Also, when Katherine and Scott lost their heat in Bake My Cake 2012? Scott got on my iPhone. And he started calling people to ask just what their damage was. He was pretty pissed at anyone who’d vote for a 13 year old kid. Or my sister.
My famous sister (author, editor, movita competition loser), made a video montage of my life. Which made people cry. Which in turn made my sister get mad because she was making fun of me starting at about the 5th photo in, and the whole point was to make me look like a total doofus. This is the video. Don’t cry. Seriously. It makes her pretty angry.
You can, however, cry over this. My sister sent me this insert from a baby album. I’m with my Great Aunt Amy. She passed away, at age 97, on the weekend. She was a pretty big part of my 40 years. I’ll tell you more about her soon, when I post a recipe she handed down to me.
My sister also posted naked baby pictures of me on facebook all day. Like this one:
And photographic evidence of white oxford shirts and bad fashion decisions. Hair toss.
I learned to belly dance on my 40th. Elsa, Bake My Cake 2012 champ, taught me.
Someone left flowers for me. 2.0 says niles (Cat No. 2) found them in the garden, carefully chewed each one off at the base, carried them into the house and then arranged them in a vase. Seems likely.
People at work did really nice stuff for me. They decorated. And fed me cakes. And gave me prezzies. Like this cane that my student, Alexis, made for me. Because I’m old. And a plate shaped like a flip flop for food styling.
Katherine and Scott sent me a birthday video. They are famous, so they shot this on location. You should know that when I got my iPhone, it may have started a fight between them. Katherine emailed me a really long tutorial on how to play Bakery Story. I refer to it often. Then Scott emailed to say:
… be VERY VERY CAREFUL to not accumulate a whole bunch of gems and then let 2.0 play the game. Because he’ll accidentally blow each and every one of them on hurrying up the cook time of a dish that was only slated to take 5 minutes anyway or buy some pink tiles that you’ll want to remove every time you play the game. I guarantee. It will not go well for either of you if you let him play your game.
And then Katherine responded with:
Movita, Scott is referring to the fact that I tend to move my fingers very fast on his iphone and a couple of times I accidentally hit “yes, spend 5 gems to finish cooking this.” It was frustrating for both of us, apparently. I also bought a bunch of pink tiles that I thought cost a couple hundred coins, but I might have been a little tipsy because they cost gems, not coins. Again, Scott was like WTF is wrong with you? It was a dark phase of our relationship.
Honestly? This email exchange was a dark phase for me as well. But that’s how famous people roll. We deal with adversity that you, the lesser people, wouldn’t understand. Also, famous people send each other video greetings. Video greetings like this will be played at fundraisers when a disease gets named after me. Here is the video greeting Katherine and Scott sent me, in which Katherine buys me snowy windows and wastes a crap load of gems on my iPhone. And at the end? Katherine pulls an iPhone out of her underwear. Because that’s where famous people keep their phones.
And finally, a great number of you sent me some of the most touching emails I have ever received in my life. I have picked just one to share, because it sums up so many of the sentiments you all shared, and because it sums up the hopes and dreams I have for all of you. One of my favourite bloggers, Antoinette sent me these incredibly kind wishes. She has a blog called cooking-spree. You should really go visit her. I hope she won’t mind me sharing her words with you:
Life in my world these days has been a bit feverish, with a few little (but nonetheless precious) things slipping through the cracks. Baking something special for you has been one. With cakes flying crazy across the great wide interweb in your direction, you can’t have missed mine…but I just want you to know that in my mind I’ve created you one. Picture a music box cake that, when the music begins, the lid opens, up rises a twirling ballerina, bakers cap on – around her fly 40 song birds (I borrowed from Snow White). And in the ballerina baker’s hand, a cake, a music box cake that, when the music begins it opens and inside, a ballerina, bakers cap on……
And so it goes, on and on, a ballerina baker’s dream rising high and higher on the songs of birds.
Happy Birthday, Movita Beaucoup, and blessed be!
And thank you for the sweet life you share!
My sister said, “that sounds really nice, but I think it’s gunna be pretty tough to pull off.”
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Thanks, friends. To borrow from Antoinette, I hope this new year for me also marks a year when your own dreams rise higher and higher on the songs of birds.