Yesterday was Alejandro’s birthday. In the late afternoon, we drove to a bakery a few miles away from his house. There I bought for him the same kind of cake that he bought for my birthday last year… a baklava cake.
It’s very tasty cake, and unlike anything I have seen in the U.S. or at any other bakery in Mexico. Triangles of baklava top a cheesecake.
That evening at suppertime, we brought out the cake, put a candle on it, and sang “Las Mañanitas”, the traditional birthday song.