I wanted to write this blog post while it’s still January! Thanks to Etta, Alonso, Wil, Nayeli, Aunty Judy and so many more people I had a great thirty second birthday. Etta walked to the bakery and bought me white cakeballs- my guilty pleasure. For dinner she made mashed potatoes by hand, according to notes taken over the holidays on Aunt Lynne’s version. They were the best! The mashed potatoes were served with potato gnocchi in a butter sauce. It is true- the way to a man’s heart is through the stomach, and the path is paved in starch.