Chris’s Cake and Steak and Chicken Birthday Party Complete with Fire

It was a dark and stormy night and Chris had just turned 29 and WhiteFeather and Sophie and I met in a kitchen full of magical cooking smells to celebrate with him.

In honor of his birthday, Chris got to cook the chicken on a bed of potatoes, vegetables, spices and steak.

WhiteFeather lit the candles and presented the cake to Chris. She said, “We all know how you like to burn things down, but please don’t burn yourself down. It really makes a mess.”

Chris said: “Mmm. Cake. Mmm. Fire.”

With a might bellowing gust of birthday vigor, Chris blew a tempest over the firmament of the cake. And set himself on fire.

After the smoke and sparking shards of cinder subsided, we saw that it wasn’t really all the bad. Chris still had a head, which is a good thing to have.

So we all sang Happy Birthday To You merrily while Chris sat in his chair with a big zany smile on this face and said, “Fire.”

Then we feasted on delicious chicken and steak baked in on a bed of scrumptious everything good and tasty.

And then we painted in watercolors. WhiteFeather painted a picture of Sophie as Goddess and …

… Sophie asked Chris if he could set himself on fire again … just for a moment … so that she could capture his ignitedness in her painting of him.

Chris waved a hand over his head as he painted furiously with his other and flames shot out his hair and then subsided into a few burning embers.

“Thank you,” said Sophie. “Your commitment to art is smokin’!”

Everybody laughed and toasted and Sophie said, “Do you think you could shoot some fire out your nose?”

Chris smiled and said, “Fire.”