It was a weird year as neither I nor my mother was going to be at home for a monumental 70th birthday for my Dad. Mom went to Mexico on a mission trip and I am still in Armenia. I was down in Kapan and Lizzie said that she wanted to make a birthday cake, so here it is.
We used Elvira's icing recipe from the PC cookbook and that icing was diabetes-inducing but tasted pretty good. I am pretty sure I gained about five pounds from eating that thing. Anyway, Happy Birthday Dad. I will make it up to you when I get back...
Proof it was made. The cake, with the glory of the sprawling metropolitan of Kapan behind it.
Khashi, Gayane, myself, and other people I don't know at Gayane's birthday party and the last night I would see her before she went up to Sochi.
Three countries represented. There is a reason why the Armenian is between the Iranian and the American. (Just in case there are whackjobs reading this remark, this is just a lame attempt as a joke, do not make a big deal about it).
Me and Ani meeting up with Chris, his Dad, Pat, and Katrina after walking around for the day.
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