I am still mentally scarred from my eldest son’s 1st Birthday where we slaved over party food preparations. I painstakingly created a Night Garden themed cake
(shown on the left) only to have to cancel an hour before the event due to my son coming down with a virus. On the upside our neighbors loved us forever due to the fact we fed them all for the following week! So I am unashamed in the fact I had that dreading feeling when faced with another 1st birthday cake.
So here goes…the theme?… Well Asher loves cows and has recently learned to moo so bingo how hard can a cow cake be?
I am without a doubt the worst cake maker in history I am only just realizing this fact and here is why:
Firstly I went shopping without a list of cake ingredients. I was on the way back from the supermarket and I realized I didn’t buy any double cream or self raising flour. These are the two key ingredients so instead of going back to a supermarket I popped into a local garage ‘hmmm thickened cream yeap that will do and I am sure I read you can make self raising flour with a bit of baking powder’. So the victoria sponge had very running cream and the sponge layers were pretty flat for starters.
The morning of the party I prep for the decorating session. Soft icing sugar mixture turn the pack over for the instructions and to my dismay there were none!! So I googled it and found a recipe which mentioned adding milk so I did this and mixed it together to form a big bowl of runny stuff. Hmmm.. I thought.. maybe it will thicken on the cake when it dries? In walks my very supportive hubby who started rolling around on the kitchen floor laughing! He then told me I should give up and go buy one. Thanks dear! Oh and he also stated he was an excellent cake maker (mental note taken for all future birthday cakes). So I re googled and found a recipe which mentioned butter ahhhh now that was better. OK the rest of the decorating was really enjoyable and I let my creativity flow. I finally finished and took this picture.
Then I went, cake in hand, down stairs to place it in the laundry room. Then I went off to organise food, etc. Hubby then asked me to move the cake as he wanted to plane the bathroom door so guests could lock it (I know thoughtful aren’t we) and so I moved the cake into the living room and went outside. 5 mins later I came back in to find my darling 2 year old son sat up next to the cake with black icing all over his face and hands. He said ‘mmmm Mummy yummy icecream’ and to my dismay there was a paw print on the birthday cake. Ah the joys of parenting!! I have to say I did find it funny and the guests were very polite about the mauled cake! Til next time my lovely people xxx