Thoughts about birthday cakes.
This week, 12 years ago, I baked the Blue Coconut Cake in Peking for Solange's first birthday.
During the following years the blue (cake) became a metaphor.
The cake which alerted me and made me conscience about other than pure milk related allergies.
BIRTHDAY MEANS: gathering and partying together. Spending time around THE birthday TABLE, nicely decorated, beautiful food exposed. The FUN to blow the candles and the PLEASURE to TASTE your favorite flavors.
When I start the film, I see all kind of cakes coming by. The same table still serves since Peking. Sweet moments, vivid flashbacks.
Three years old meant three cakes.......
Exaggerating?
No, not particular, just a little bit extravagance..
Compensating the fact that she couldn't have any cakes on an average party where she was invited.
This week I won't make 13... there will be three again.
Her wish is my command.
