|Birthday girl chose this one as her cake|
Note: this blog post does not contain a new recipe. It does contain plenty of my trademark blather.
It was somewhat of a surprise that my youngest daughter woke up deaf on her birthday.
Well, deaf is a little harsh. She was just very hard of hearing, a bit like an infuriating granny.
It started at 0550.
"Mummy can I come in?"
"Groan. I said 6am, but yes, ok. Happy Birthday!"
At first I thought she was taking the p**s. But when I'd repeated myself about five times and she'd comically misheard me - a bit like Saucepan Man in the Faraway Tree - I deduced that she was a few shades of deaf.
I figured it was due to her cold and we carried on with birthday tradition, which means summoning all bleary eyed kids, who sit on the end of the bed and watch the birthday girl/boy open presents.
"E has gone a little bit deaf," I told the other kids. They showed only mild interest.
As E concentrated on opening her cards, I said quietly "E, we've bought you an elephant for your birthday."
E carried on reading her cards. No reaction.
Now the other kids were interested.
"E, we've bought you a fairy princess!" said another sotto voce.
My eldest daughter - who may be a teeny bit wicked - said "E! You're going to Hogwarts!"
Sweet E blithely carried on reading her cards while we did the silent, shoulder-shaking laugh which is so much fun, even at 6am.
(It's OK, we love her really.)
With all kids dropped off at school, it was time to bake a birthday cake.
And look what I found in the Coop:
|Dr Oetker does it again. Or does she? (You assumed it was a 'he' didn't you? Tsk.)|
|Silicone. Better out than in|
Cu-ute silicone moulds and - may the god of allergies be praised - spray icing in a can! Very exciting!
I used my usual chocolate birthday cake recipe and I also made a lemon drizzle as it's my girlie's favourite cake.
And then it came to the icing, and trialling Dr Oetker's super duper icing.
Well bleurgh and how can you put your name to such a foul product? It tasted cack. And it wasn't even squirty, it required me to bend the nozzle and then it sort of dribbled out onto the cake.
Yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck.
When frosting goes bad, know what I always do? Reach for Betty Crocker. She is the best and her name is so cool.
And this is how the cakes turned out:
|Yum. Get the recipe here|
|It's OK to think that they look like toadstools (or oddly shaped boobs)|
So that's one birthday over and I fully intend to be back very soon with a proper, brand new recipe.
(FYI: My intentions don't always work out)
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