Friday, February 7, 2020

stack-of-books birthday cake

For his fourteenth, my younger son wanted to make his own birthday cake.



I know, I know, it sounds nice, the kid offering to do the work himself and all (and it was sweet of him!), but I knew better than to believe that it would simplify my life if he made his own cake. I’d still have to observe and teach, orchestrate and facilitate, and, perhaps hardest of all, sit on my hands and bite my tongue, ouch. Plus, we had a million people in the house and there was no room in the fridge for multiple chilling cakes and, on top of everything, he’d requested timpano for his birthday supper.



I didn’t know how much more I could handle.

A few days before his birthday, he made two chocolate cakes and stuck them in the freezer. I did a little research and we discussed decorating ideas. The day before, I made the Italian meringue buttercream — I wasn’t about to let him tackle that finicky recipe on his own — but we didn’t get around to really working on the cake until the day of.



The day went, more or less, as I thought it would. There were drifts of confectioner’s sugar, tears, hours of making and creating, fights, and multiple floor washings-up.






Mid-afternoon, exhausted from being on my feet all day, I threw up my hands and told him he was on his own, at which point he cheerfully made the finishing touches on the cakes and then turned his attention to helping me with the timpano, and then, without being asked, washed all the pre-supper dishes by himself.




For the cakes, we were loosely — very loosely — following Yolanda's design. However, my son wanted the fondant super thin, and, since he chose a more tender cake recipe rather than the sturdier one, the books ended up looking rather soft, more like paperbacks.



Some of his favorite titles. Can anyone guess the top book? 



In spite of all my kvetching, they turned out pretty nice. I actually kind of liked the battered, worn look. In our house, that’s what books usually end up looking like anyway.



This same time, years previous: good morning, lovies, the quotidian (2.6.17), loss, cheesy bacon toast, chocolate mint chip cookies, in which we enroll our children in school, seven, travel tips, the perfect classic cheesecake recipe.

11 comments:

  1. Great cake and even better kid. Kudos to you for making it/letting it happen...I would have LOST it with everything that you have going on.

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  2. They look leather-bound! Good job!

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  3. Even with ALL the help he had, I don't know of any other fourteen year old male child who would/could have conceived that birthday cake idea and pulled it off. Plus, doing what must have been a mountain of pre-dinner dishes of his own free will . . . ? You're doing a fantastic job of instilling life-long, valuable habits and characteristics in this youngest chick . . . and all your kids.

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  4. Thanks for letting your family ups and downs be real here. I always take a deep breath when my daughter (hope she doesn't see this) is still decorating awesome cakes for her little boys the morning we arrive for a party like at 11 a.m. And of course the 6 year old wants to help. Hmmm. :-)

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    1. You could always offer to arrive a little earlier and help her....as a mom of little boys, it can be hard to do all of the things before a big party and still watch the kids (and get any sleep the night before). Help is always appreciated, at least in my house.

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  5. I have a feeling he is going to be VERY tall. Happy Birthday N!

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  6. My guess is that top book fits in well with the second book on the stack. It looks like a certain book that had a fateful (and fatal) encounter with a basilisk fang. ;-) Of course, it could be from some other YA series that I haven't read a dozen times over. Either way, love the stack of books - delicious in all respects.

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  7. Happy Birthday! What a great cake.

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