I have a July birthday, which I loved and hated when I was a little kid. It was great because parties could be outside and include ice cream cake, but I could never celebrate by bringing cupcakes to school to share with my classmates. For years, I requested a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake with mint chocolate chip ice cream. Then, we moved to a new area and didn't have a ready source of ice cream cakes. At that point my most-requested birthday dessert became my mom's Boston cream pie. This misnomer of a dessert is actually a cake, stacked with vanilla custard between two layers of cake, topped with a chocolate glaze. My mom's particular version used hot milk sponge cakes, homemade vanilla custard, and melted chocolate chips that solidified into a solid cap of brittle semisweet chocolate on top. There was always a little custard left over from making the cake that my dad and I would share. It was his favorite cake, too. Even now, my birthday still makes me think of Boston cream pie, hot summer days, and the wild orange daylillies that seemed to magically open right on my special day.