Surfing Birthday Cake
When you are born, the
talent genes are handed out. We all get something, but the Martha Stewart gene
was definitely not added to my collection. My sister, Phillipa, got my share
of that gene and not only can she cook like a master chef; she makes everything
look Michelin Five star. Accepting my lack of that feminie talent long ago, I was
gifted with another one and that is the “give-it-a-go-anyway-gene.” Armed only
with that, yesterday I braced myself to make a surfing inspired birthday cake. Searching
Google for ideas, I had nothing more than the motivation, a photo and a
sceptical husband who was very doubtful it would work. Thankfully he knows that
when I set my mind to something, he just needs to step out of the way and let
me fail or succeed – that’s how I roll.
Now I can cook, and I
can definitely make a very nice cake, but my challenge is the making-it-look-pretty
bit. I am definitely more of a cook for 20 people kind-of-person, with a
preference for placing big pots of food in the centre of the table and everyone
can just tuck in at their pleasure. In fact, a dream job would be a stint as a
cook on a working boat – where everyone needs lots of sustenance - ‘cos I reckon
I could do that well. One day maybe.
Thus, with great apprehension, I approached
the making of Lex’s surfing inspired birthday cake and here it is. Steve had to
contribute of course, and he decided a Wicked Weasel on
one of the dolls was required. Now if you don’t know this brand, the tagline
line is “Micro
bikinis, barely covering girls since 1994.” I do have a classy husband. The
boys had to add some sea creatures as well, but most of it is mine.
The
original plan included a BIG surfing wave – and this is where most of the
doubts came in – especially from my engineering husband. He couldn’t see how an
icing wave could be structurally sound, and in the end, he was right. I ended
up doing a mini-wave, however when driving to the birthday party with the cake in
my lap, I looked down and said “Steve, it looks like a very big blue penis with a
massive set of balls!” Apparently he had already thought the same but decided
not to mention it – he’s wise too.
It didn’t
matter, the cake was destroyed within moments, it got enough of an impressed
reaction from the other mums who (like me) would outsource this aspect of the
party, and the cake was tasty as promised. I definitely have a strong
preference for buying the cake - as there are some VERY talented people in this
city offering these services - but disorganised me ran out of time to even
order an ice-cream cake from Svensens, and thus I knew I had to knuckle down
and deliver.
It was
fun and I’m glad I did it. I’m not sure I’ll do it again, but hey, I have made
three kids birthday cakes now, which is a good effort for someone without the
Martha Stewart gene.
And with
that I wish my beautiful little boy, Lex, a very very happy 6th
birthday today. He is a magnificent, big hearted and compassionate little
fella, and while we’ve had some tough times along the way, I love my little man
with all my heart.
And the reason for the surfing inspiration? A little video of my lad in action:
Yours,
without the bollocks
Andrea
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