…dead.
I was born 33 years ago on the International Day for the Elimination of Racism (though I think it more likely that the IDFTEOR was born on my birthday) and World Poetry Day (ditto WPD — as above, so below).
Loot photos later. Right now it’s about time for lunch.
Happy birthday, youngster! That vinerterte looks mighty interesting.
It’s delicious — I had a piece yesterday. If you’re going to try the recipe, my sister says that she bakes the layers on an upside-down cake pan (rather than actually in the pan). And she also lets the layers dry out for a couple days before assembling the cake, IIRC.
Happy Birthday.