Happy (belated) Birthday America!
My lovely friends, if you have never been to a Boston 4th, you just haven’t done it right. That being said, it is kind of a zoo here, being the birthplace of America and all, it gets a little crazy so you need to have a good plan, or really, a friend in Beacon Hill, the Back Bay, or in Cambridge with a roof deck.
For the second year now my roommate & I have had people over to our apt and up on our roof to watch the fireworks. I believe I described the situation last year, we don’t exactly have a roof deck- it is just access to the roof, so no railing or anything, but people from our building and the two connecting ones are up there each year and so far, so good. It’s a cool venue, nice & breezy, the perfect place to set out a blanket, pour your self a boozy lemonade, crack a PBR (what’s more patriotic than a PBR tall-boy? please tell me) watch the sunset, then wait for fireworks!!
We had a great crowd last night, the display was amazing and all I had to do at the end of the night was walk down two flights and crash into bed.
The highlight of the evening besides the fireworks was the cake. This thing right here, is my golden child, my pride & joy. I don’t usually gloat about my baked goods, yes, they are usually pretty tasty, but never going to win any beauty contests and I certainly am no pastry chef or even cupcake warrior. However, I spied this cake on a fave food blog of mine, Miss Elissa over at 17 and baking nearly a year ago and thought to myself, “I NEED to make this cake next 4th.” So I did, over here is the play by play.
Here is what I did the rest of the weekend:
Yay sun!
