He's learned the truth at seventeen
That life is meant for those who dream
Blue-eyed boy with clear skinned smile
Childhood lasts just a little while
Spreading wings both far and wide
Life is an adventurous ride
For young men like him, at seventeen.
(with deepest apologies to Janis Ian)
Ernest didn't want a big fuss for his birthday. He'd already gotten his present: a winter coat and a plane ticket back east to visit his girlfriend.
But we decided he should have cake anyway. I was going to get a bakery cake, but you know Frank. Frank's cakes are much better. This was an apple spice cake with cream cheese frosting. Here's the link to Anne Burrell's recipe. Frank left out the nuts because he doesn't like them, and used dried cranberries because we were out of raisins. It was fantastic. Dense, moist, not overly sweet. I confess to having a piece for breakfast the next day.
Oops, I forgot to cross the T.
So we only embarrassed him a little.
I'm sure his wish was for another plane ticket.
Homer loves cream cheese, didn't you know?
Happy 17th Birthday, Ernest!