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A piece of cake

It was at about this time last year that I should have been preparing for Noah's first birthday party. But with nearly six weeks to go I thought I had all the time in world. At 4am on the morning of his birthday party, up to my elbows in icing sugar and green food colouring, staring at the myriad of bowls and cakey paraphernalia surrounding me like General Custer's last stand, I sorely regretted that cavalier decision. Furthermore I asked myself the very serious question of 'why on earth was I killing myself to make and decorate a dinosaur cake he definitely wouldn't remember and probably wouldn't even taste?' Well, I guess it was for me. I wanted to celebrate my little boys first birthday party.

The making of that cake was so stressful that the thought of writing about it and reliving those events proved to much for me to bear! How awful of me not to write about Noah's birthday in the very blog I created to record experiences such as these. Well the time is upon me again and I hope I have learnt my lesson. I am already weeks into the planning of his second birthday party. I will not be icing a cake at 4am again! (I almost certainly still will be).

 The trouble is, I have set the bar quite high after the cake last year, so I have to up my game a bit this time. I will of course record the making of this masterpiece for posterity but in the meantime, feast your eyes on the dinosaur from last year!

Incidentally this was my first attempt at a decorated birthday cake. I am quite pleased with it, even if it did nearly end me.





A thought has just occurred to me as I write this. With our second child due within a week or two of Noah's birthday I am going to have two masterpiece cakes to make in a short space of time...  eeek! I better get better at this baking malarkey!

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