Tadition of spontaneity

With this time of traditions once again upon us, let me say that I am wholly opposed to tradition. The only tradition I like is doing something different every year. My obliging mother has always made me birthday cookies, as I prefer them to cake. (That is, except for the year I worked at McDonald's and she made me a cake that looked like a hamburger. And the cake she made for my fiancé eons ago, where she topped the cake with several small rocks in a circle, and proudly showed off the "rock group" on his cake.) As far as tradition goes, my mom did not at all like my brown wedding cake. I was, and still am, more partial to what tastes good than how it looks, so the cake was coverd with chocolate-mocha frosting. So, it seems my intended blog about tradition has turned into a blog about cake. I like cake. Like my dad, I like equal parts frosting and cake. That's all I have to say about cake. (But I am going to get birthday cookies from Mom this year . . . possibly in addition to cake.)