Nate's Birthday

Nate's birthday was on a Monday. My mom and I went to go get a cake, forgetting that most bakeries are closed Mondays. So we were driving around, finding them all closed. We finally thought of The Bakery (Gourmandies or Normandies or something, where we go with Gary and Rose to get the salmon baked into a fish-shaped, crescent roll crust) has some tarts and some really fancy cakes but they were like $40.00 bucks and just looked so ridiculous and not so fun because you couldn't put names on the top.

So we asked Nate what he would prefer and we suddenly had this great idea to go get a marzipan cake and he thought that sounded great. Which they are. So we go running over to the Scandia House or something (1700 S 900 E), and they are not just closed, there is a note on the door that says, "Sorry Scandia House is DONE at this location. Look for us nearby." We thought, DONE was a funny thing to say. I told my mom, "That's so WEIRD! That has been there my whole life!" And she said, "Mine too!" So it was there a really, really long time. What a sad day for Scandia House.

So we thought of another bakery and luckily it was open. It was neat because they had the raisin cookies that Grandma Ethel always bought me. Didn't figure I needed one, but they were sure tempting. LUCKILY THEY HAD A MARZIPAN CAKE! It was amazing. It was destiny that they had this cake. It was a weird tan-colored marzipan and had red gel flowers with green gel stems and leaves. We had the lady write, "Happy Birthday Nate" on it in green frosting.

We went to eat at Kyoto Japanese Restaurant. It was okay. The sushi I tasted was kinda warm and rolled really big. My mouth is too small for sushi rolled that fat. I tasted a salmon skin roll and there was this crazy cream cheese lookin' thing in it and it was so spicy I had to throw it back onto Nate's plate. They gave me a weird vegetable tempura plate that had little carrot straws, a whole bunch of onions that were kinda stringy as well, some squash and some mushrooms. Eh. I prefer zucchini and bigger carrot slices.

We later went back to eat the cake. I refused to put 24 candles on the cake so I told him the green ones represented 10. So I put two green ones and 4 other ones on there. My mom and I sang happy birthday to him and ate the cake. It was great. The marzipan was almondy and the raspberry filling reminded me of when Grandma Ethel would lead the singing. I regret not taking a picture of the magical cake!!! YUMMY!!!