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!