A Cake For My Mum

I have to admit that my confidence at baking birthday cakes was crushed after my son’s failed birthday cake
It’s like how an accident can wreck a driver’s confidence
It takes time to rebuild the same level of confidence, courage and perhaps complacency for another reckless act

For some it may mean the end of their driving life
For others with weaker memories, they will be back to doing stupid things again

I belong to the latter

I totally forgot the amount of time, effort and sweat behind that cake
It’s like forgetting how painful it is to climb a mountain
You need to do it again to remember the pain

So we celebrated my mum’s birthday over the weekend
I thought I’ll bake her a cake and this time I’ll have it better planned out

I drafted out the cake
I searched for a base cake recipe that would work 200 %
I thought through the colour scheme
I was kept awake thinking about my cake in different colours

Finally I had it all visualized
A purple cake with a yellow ribbon around it
Adorned with purple lilies with yellow pistils

How lovely

I swear I was never this organized
and had never executed anything this well thought through before
My husband will be so proud of me

So it took me a couple of days to research and plan
A day to squish the fondant from marshmallow
Another day to bake the cake and make the icing
and finally on the grand day, I coloured the fondant, molded and put everything together

I had my fondant in purple
Checked with the boys and they all thought that I had gotten a lovely purple
I had it draped over my cake
Trimmed and smoothened
All primped and proper

It was only when I started colouring my fondant yellow to match the purple that I realised that my ‘purple’ cake didn’t look quite purple
I only realised that after putting a yellow piece of fondant next to the cake

You see, pink doesn’t really quite go with yellow
So though my brain was telling me to make yellow
my other side of the brain was yelling HELL YIIIKKKES !

It was then that my well thought through plan started to crumble into bits and pieces
Instead of kneading yellow, I started kneading red
and instead of molding lily, I started molding what looked more like cherry blossoms

Everything was totally NOT what I had planned

I realised that an amateur baker can’t plan and bake
She makes do with what she has and what she can

I ended up with a very PINK cake, with PINK cherry blossom, RED pistils and a RED ribbon
It was TOTALLY different from what I had in mind

Apart from looking a bit plasticky
tasting a bit too chewy
the chocolate cake a little too dense

All was well
At least better than the previous train wreck
Everyone got to eat their share

It was my first homemade birthday cake for my mum
but I think my toddler loves it more than anyone else
cos he got to eat a PINK chocolate cake

 

 

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It’s Cool To Be 2

Cos it doesn’t matter whether your balloon is pink or blue

or if you call it a balloon or a boooooon

or if you can’t figure out your a-e-i-o-u

It’s okay if you don’t eat with a spoon

and you let your noodle mix with drool

and that you flout all rules

while laughing through a broken tooth

All these are okay

because Being 2 Rules

 

 

 

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Up and Running

My little guy has lost some weight over the past week
It’s hard not to when all he took was diluted milk with milo
I was ready to feed him all his favourite junk food, if only he wanted them
And I let him toast his own bread and serve his own breakfast just so that he would be interested

He was clingy, fussy and weepy
He doesn’t run about so that we would chase after him like he usually does
And frankly if he did so, I would be afraid that his legs might be too weak

I have to admit that it wasn’t easy to stay relax and calm with a clingy and weepy toddler who only wants to be stuck to my breast

Yet knowing how tough he is, I should have known that it must hurt him pretty bad for him to be that whiny

I was that guilty parent who loses her patience and  is angry and frustrated when nothing pleases her weepy child

It got even more stressful when he refused all food

I realized that I needed to go through the same shit to empathize with my child

Crazy as it may sound, I thought it was a blessing in disguise that I was down with the same stomach flu or I would probably never know how bad the tummy ache was

It is obvious that I am no saint and being a parent doesn’t change that

Thankfully, this little guy is gaining back his appetite and is back to his active self

It is so good to be chasing after him again at the playground
Watching him climb and swing like a monkey, too swift for me to capture with my camera

 

 

 

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