Zinc’s atomic number. The total number of the Western musical scale. The number of years in a very famous war. The number of a cross-continental highway that starts in Oregon. The number of sides in a tricontagon. If I was married this long, I’d get pearls. If I was Jesus, I’d be healing. If I was politically minded, I could now be a senator. Since I’m not, I’ll just say welcome, year thirty. And I’ll make a solum oath to eat 30 cakes before you are over. Here’s to a pretty good start.
The best thing about these (besides a lovely time with a good friend who shares my appreciation for fine pastry) is that the Notte Bakery employs a real live physic in house so you can have your fortune read along with your desert. I was advised to exercise the patient side of my personality and to trust in the future. Not going to argue with either of those pieces of advice!