As a parent you quickly develop a rock. Your rock is powerful, it is your main line of defence in the soothing of your child. Your rock is good. No I am not referring to the follically challenged Quo, with their power chords and endless rewrites of what appears to be the same song, or any other rock band for that matter. I am of course talking about the rocking motion employed to calm your baby, to encourage sleep and the cessation of tears. After five and a half months I do it without thinking now, in fact it has become my default stance, so much so that this morning I found myself queueing in the supermarket, waiting to buy my breakfast banana, swaying from foot to foot. Of course having no baby in my arms just makes me look a little bit mental, made worse because its a cold November morning and I am wearing what Nikala affectionately refers to as my "murderer's coat" and "rapist's gloves".
You may recall that I was mid preparation for Noah's 2nd birthday party which was all arranged and happened to fall exactly two weeks after Ellie was born. So you can imagine the state of mind both Nikala and I were in whilst I was also running around frantically trying to put into action all my plans for the ensuing Minion madness. Yes, I was pretty stressed. Anyway as promised here is my Minion cake creation. I actually found a great recipe that froze well, allowing me to bake the cakes a week or two in advance and reducing the panic on the night before. A little. Well OK I was still pretty panicked and with panic comes just a hint of anger and frustration. So sorry to anyone that found themselves around me for those last few hours building up to the big event. Cakes wrapped and ready for freezing. And now thawing ready for the build. Beginning to take form. The sandwich layers are stuck together with chocolate ganache. And then covered with a "cru...
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