We holiday birthday folks are tough to forget … or easy to forget, depending on how you think of us. Somewhere around here, I have a picture of me wearing a top hat and diaper and ripping Dec. 31 off the calendar — I was a year old.
The picture at left is of me with an Oakmonter cake from Oakmont Bakery in Oakmont, Pa. My daughter delivered the cake and took this picture. We have a thing for Oakmonts in my family. I raised my three kids on Oakmont Avenue. And we visited the bakery because family members raved about it. We have been hooked on it ever since, and it’s easy to feel at home there.
This is more than the first day of a new year — it’s Bloody Mary Day. My handy calendar of useless holidays says we celebrate the birth of Fernand Petiot’s concoction — it dates back to 1920’s Paris. He later moved to the United States along with the legendary Bloody Mary. I hear “Mad Men” music.
Happy New Year! Here’s to holidays, birthdays and Bloody Marys.