Bailey's Birthday Cheesecake, by Jo
Birthdays as a kid were easy: summer birthday summer + grandparents pool = pool parties. Messes of other kids, swimming, playing Shark and Marco Polo, a barbeque, running around like lunatics, cake, and presents. So easy.
As an adult, things somehow got more complicated, and they turned out to be less fun.(1) This year was certainly an exception.(2)
Saturday, July 4th
Saturday and Sunday my neighbourhood held(3) held its annual do, the Corso Italia Festival on St Claire West.
The street was blocked off from Landsdowne to Dufferin, filled with music and entertainers of many varieties, though largely Italian, of course. There were inflatable things for children to jump on, slides, food, shoes, food, more shoes, and the usual variety of things you’d see at any street festival or faire. Friends of ours joined us for the day, and we browsed and checked things out. Continue reading »
Footnotes:
- Indeed, every other day the week leading up to my birthday I seemed to find a new grey hair. Quite accidentally. I’d notice something sticking up, and it’d be this coarse grey thing. It was rather disturbing. [↩]
- Except for the grey hair thing. That sucked. [↩]
- For those not in the know, Toronto is a city of neighbourhoods – more than 200 – each with their own distinct personality. [↩]
