I frowned into my menu. Class and elegance notwithstanding I’d take a plain ol’ vanilla sundae over rhubarb and almonds anytime. Eyes glazing over I glumly pondered how much longer I’d have to endure these bimonthly family forays into exotic culinary terrain. They were a bother in the first place not to mention the distinct downhill trend I’d been noting in the choice of celebratory restaurants. It seemed I was a minority though as an excited chorus of oohs and aahs resounded from all ends of the long elegant table. “Wow look at this triple chocolate nutmeg and clove mousse cake!” Aunt Ellen seated beside me smacked her lips in delight “What will you go for Ariella? Think we should try this tri-berry pumpkin tort? It’s too hard to decide. Your sisters are just gonna have to win their competitions and awards more often — this is so worth it. Hey how bout you? When are you starting high school and joining the clan sweets?”