It occurs to me that this should not be a bowl of simple Tabbouleh but a cake instead korea data sim card. Seeing that tomorrow is my birthday and all. And this is a big one. The big 4Ohhhh!
A cake would be traditional HKUE ENG. But those of you whom have been reading for a while know that I am a non-traditional kinda gal. And I’m not really a cake kinda gal.
What I have been hearing over and over about turning 40 is that this marks the decade when you stop giving a hoot what other people think and what they think you should be doing and you just focus in on your own dang priorities. So seeing that I am turning 40s and I’m more in the mood for tomatoes, parsley, mint and bulgur than cake and frosting, I give you a bowl of simple Tabbouleh instead. Happy Birthday to me.
I know that sounds kinda depressing, but I have to say I am far from feeling blue reneex. I just threw myself an awesomely crazy birthday party last weekend with 100 people dressed in wigs with live music. {For the record, I didn’t serve cake then either.} We were too busy laughing and dancing our butts off. My feet are still sore from dancing.
It is on my list of things to do to make a cake for you all for the blog at some point. But with the party and all I haven’t had time. Will you remind me to do a cake if I forget? Wanna see me in my wig instead?
Food blogger Katie Webster at 40th b-day Wig party
That’s my mom on the right and my step father on the left. I bought my wig out in California when I was on my way to meet up with Alanna box mod. No I am not dr essed as Joan Jett. I am dressed as myself in a wig. Did I mention I consider myself to be non-traditional?
Anyway, Tabbouleh holds a very special place in my heart along with hummus (read why here.) And I simply crave it as soon as tomatoes and parsley come into season. I can eat gallons of it. I just keep it in the fridge and scoop out bowlfuls to nosh on for days.
