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The best thing I ever ate? Mum’s boeuf à la mode on my 21st birthday
The narrator fondly reflects on a memorable celebration orchestrated by their mother. Growing up, the family, a large brood, often took their mother's daily cooking for granted. It was only later, when the narrator became a professional cook, that they truly understood the effort involved in feeding a big family. While everyday meals were typically simple Scots fare, special occasions prompted their mother to delve into cookbooks for elaborate recipes.One such occasion was a joint birthday feast for the narrator and their mother, both born on the 21st. This particular celebration marked the narrator's 21st birthday. Family birthdays were usually modest home affairs, highlighted by a splendid, favorite-flavored cake made by their parents. Feeling their mother's birthday was often overshadowed by their own, the narrator offered to bake a cake for this special event. Their mother graciously accepted, an act of relinquishing her kitchen that was quite significant, as it was very much her domain.