Jill Smokler, AKA Scary Mommy
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I am sharing this picture of last month’s birthday cake for two reasons:
1. I was not blogging back then, and did not have an opportunity to show it off, and
2. Until now the true story of the cake has been untold.
A little history:
I have always been a bit of a ditz. A little flaky. A blond, you might say. I think it’s part of my charm, but I’m sure those closest to me would disagree. Well, it’s only getting worse with time. It was marginal before kids, now it’s a dominant personalty trait. I think #3 pushed me over the edge into Nutsville.
Last week, for example, I spent 20 extra minutes at a gas station frantically searching for my keys which had mysteriously disappeared when I went to start the car. Turns out I threw them in the trash along with the goldfish, animal crackers, napkins, receipts (and numerous other oddities) that had accumulated on the floor of my Oddyessy. (Yes, it totally serves me right for keeping my car such a pit) I arrived at Ben’s school frantic and reeking of trash. Not a good way to start a Monday morning, but I digress…
On to the cake. Lily has a February birthday, so I embrace the Valentine timing and go a bit heart crazy. It’s girly and fun and I love it. I was really exited to make her cake, which she requested be chocolate with pink frosting. I happily started baking at 5 am. The cake was finished cooking and on the counter cooling when my excitement took over and I started icing it about an hour too soon. Of course I ended up with a cake dripping in melted shades of pink. It was not a pretty site. In my state of new-mommy sleep deprivation, my thought was “I need to get the frosting off the cake and let it cool” Logical, right? Here’s where the lack of brain cells kick in…My next step was to stick the entire cake under the sink to “wash” the frosting off. Yea… that was smart. Obviously, I ended up with a sink full of soaking wet cake and a major mess in the kitchen.
Needless to say, I started over. I told everyone the first one burned and paced myself wisely the second time. It came out well, tasted great and nobody was the wiser (until now.)
So, two words of advice: water will not “wash” off frosting (but you knew that.) And, to those child-less folks, enjoy those brain cells now, because it’s all down hill from here.
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Jill! That is hysterical! To think I bought the burned cake story. This one is so much funnier!!!
I wish I could be a fly on the wall watching YOU and the kids…I’d be laughing all day long!
But the cake looks great!!!
lovely cake, I too made a pink cake for a small girls fourth birthday in February (spooky)! Brain cells do disappear, it’s true! And the symptoms are definately worse the more babies there are and the less sleep you get! Great story!
LOL! I always say that babies eat brain cells! It’s soo true!
So I’m about 2 years late to the game. Still.
That cake is freakin’ awesome! How did you do that? Was it a special pan?
And also, hilarious story. Mostly because I can relate WAY TOO WELL.