Alternative title: I am a smartarsed bitch.
When I asked MPS what theme he would like for his birthday table (yeah, that is a thing here in Chez MB2) he, being the crazed Apple Macintosh fan since they were CALLED Apple Macintoshes, asked for an Apple themed party.
Idiot was probably thinking I would splurge on some technology for his present and use it as the central theme to his table.
You know, instead of the slippers I hid in an old tupperware container and wrapped up pretty to throw him off the scent that he was getting slippers for his birthday.*
I still made his annual Ferrero Rocher cake, but the rest had to fit within the theme.
Apple of course.
Apple pies and green apples with salted caramel dipping sauce (store bought and not pictured. Sorry)
A mix of Golden Delicious and Granny Smith. The grannies go better with the salted caramel.
The concrete and silver apples were from the aqua hutch in the background.
MPS got the joke the day before when he was shopping with me and I bought eight hundred green apples and some green serviettes. I had to explain it to MOTY four times before she got it, and then she proceeded to explain it to everyone else who got the joke an hour beforehand.
And considering we had all been out for lunch mere hours before, we made a fair dint in that enormous cake (MPS, MOTY, my Dad, Too and I – Boo had retired to his room in a huff because he saw me put Kahlua** in the cream for the cake and he is 15 and OMG MUM the LAW says he can’t have alcohol. Even if it is in a cake.)
No one needed dinner that night.
Except for Boo, obviously.
A simple table that was easy, cheap and bitchy. And completely delicious.
Just like me.
*In my defence, he actually got a new car radio and will be getting a modem and speakers once the most expensive month of ALL FUCKING TIME is over.
** when researching how to spell an ingredient in The Dude’s special drink I discovered it was from Mexico. Who knew? I have no idea why I am blown the fuck away by that tidbit but there you go… Mexican. Ole!