I celebrated my birthday Thursday. Because it was in fact my birthday, so it seemed like the right thing to do. This is my fourth year to celebrate my birthday here in Fuengirola. It’s become a tradition to go to Sandpiper Restaurant if only to have the opportunity to share the celebration with Jessica, even though she has to work.
In honor of my torn (no longer) retina, I thought I should have a defective-sounding dessert (in the UK, called pudding). So, I opted for some Spotted Dick. It’s much better than it sounds. (Click here to read the original story of Spotted Dick and another traditional English, um, pudding.)
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| I OBSESSED WITH AESTHETICALLY ARRANGING JESSICA’S STARS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAYS. SAN GERALDO’S SOLUTION WAS TO SHOVEL THEM INTO A PILE… |
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| …AFTER CONSIDERING A MELTDOWN, I SATISFIED MYSELF WITH THIS. |
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| MY SPOTTED DICK. (OR AS JESSICA PREFERS TO CALL IT, SPOTTED RICHARD.) |
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| SMILING DESPITE A RECENTLY TORN RETINA AND A SPOTTED DICK. |
And since I enjoyed some Spotted Dick, I thought you might enjoy a Little Richard…