Well, I did it. I dragged 2 kids out in an ice storm, so that I could rent a cake pan from The Bulk Barn to make Jeremy's birthday cake today. I realised that I'd have to make the cake today even though the party isn't until Sunday if I wanted to freeze it in order to ice it properly.
I made the cake and it was beautiful. It came out perfectly, and as I was oohing and ahhing over it, visioning what it would look like all frosted and decorated...I turned it over to cool properly, and broke it in half...not in a fixable half either...a half where a bunch of it went on the floor. No, I didn't cry (I wanted to, but I didn't). I quickly shooed Jeremy away from the fallen cake (no baby, hot! Ouch!) Put the floor pieces into the compost...cut a non-floor piece off for Elijah to taste and the rest into a big bowl (fortunately, I know how to turn broken cake into a trifle-like dessert).
Unfortunately, the cake had used up my flour and sugar, so...you guessed it, back out into the ice storm for the three of us, off to the Superstore for supplies to make my second cake of the night. It is now made, and cooling properly. It was a supermom moment really, because I made the second cake while overseeing Elijah's bedtime routine and keeping Jeremy from causing too much havoc in the kitchen cupboards.
Tomorrow, we're off to Moncton for the day (Jeremy's actual birthday) and I can rest, knowing that the cake is freezing, getting ready to frost.
And the winner is...
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