It's my dh's birthday today. To quote him, "It's just another day." He's not much for celebrating birthdays, and I spent a lot of time in our early years of marriage teaching him that not everyone feels the same way. Some of us, for instance, like to be recognized on the anniversary of the day we arrived on earth.
We're in our second decade of marriage, but my mother still has trouble accepting that he is as blase about birthdays (especially his own) as he claims to be. When my parents still lived nearby, we always had a family dinner and party on this auspicious occasion, complete with gifts. If we didn't, "his feelings might be hurt," my mother explained. My family is very celebratory.
So we do not let his birthday slide by unnoticed, regardless of his own opinions. We're glad he was born, and we're going to let him know! The girls made cards earlier today. We wrapped three books as gifts for him. A London broil marinates in the fridge, awaiting the grill. And we made his favorite peanut butter cookies for dessert, which, incidentally, are the best peanut butter cookies I've ever eaten. To keep the mood somewhat low-key, we forego the cake. But to leave out the birthday song is practically a sacrilege, don't you think?
Peanut Butter Cookies
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1 teaspoon baking soda
maybe a little salt, if you use peanut butter with added sugar
Oven 350 degrees. Grease two cookie sheets. Cream everything together with a mixer. When it's all nice and combined, roll teaspoons of dough into small balls and place 1 inch apart on a cookie sheet. With a fork, make a cross-hatch pattern on each dough ball. Bake for 10 minutes. Let cool 2 minutes on the cookie sheet. Remove to baking rack to cool completely.
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