Every March, another year older. This year I’m 32.
Wonder why I’m not posting much these days? Too many invitations out to almuerzos para celebrar el cumpleaños. Saturday: Gladys and Loida Sunday: Marcela (and the other ladies at church?) Monday: Liliana and Gabriel. Sure is tough ( :
Yesterday night, Joel asked what my expectations were for my birthday: Did I want to go out somewhere special? Should he make breakfast? Presents? I told him I wasn’t that big of a birthday person, and not to worry about it.
However, on my way to Chia today, I remembered the desserts that I see every time I pass the neighborhood panaderias/pastelerias. One that I had never tried was what they call merengón. I think it is the Colombian version of a Pavlova. (One of my former students wrote a wikipedia article about it here.)
So, after eating dinner of salad, shrimp curry, and rice, I walked a few blocks to one of the nicer pastry shops. They had their usual offer of “buy 2 get 3” , but I only asked for what I had come for.
It cost 3.100cop and was big enough to share with Joel. He thought it was great, but I thought it was a bit too sweet.