Today, dear readers, is my little brother Jeremy's (hence the "Bear" - as in, "Jer Bear") 27th birthday. That's right: on this day in 1982, my life changed forever, thanks to a 10-pound (yes, you read that right) bundle of mischief and love.
This weekend, we celebrated things right, with an outing to Dinosaur Barbecue on Friday night and a homemade clambake (full culinary report later this week) on Saturday. We topped things off with a homemade chocolate birthday cake, a special request from the birthday boy himself (though this brown sugar-blackberry cake was a close runner-up).
Tonight, after he spends some alone time with his lovely wife, Miriam, we'll meet up for a celebratory Scotch.
Am I proud that my little brother chose to celebrate his birthday with a series of fabulous foods and friends? You bet your ass I am.
Happy birthday, Bear!