Today is a special day. My youngest turned 11! He’s getting so grown up. I can’t believe how much the time has flown by without me realizing. HB and I were talking about how they have gone from snotty, whiny, drooling, little babies to snotty, whiny, drooling big boys. Jokes. (Kinda.) 😉 They are now both more than capable of spending much time without us parents. Some days I am fine with it but then days like today happen, I realize that we are slowly losing them to the world. They are growing up more and more each day. Soon they will have kids of their own.
So, I made my first totally homemade cake today. Cake and icing…the whole sha-bang! From Scratch! I’ve made icing before but never the cake. K wanted an all vanilla cake…icing and all. I broke out the trusty Betty Crocker cookbook. She’s stained and pages stuck together…we’ve been through a lot! Many holidays and celebrations…always my trusty sidekick in the kitchen. 🙂 She didn’t let me down this time either. The cake came out moist, fluffy, and tasted just as good, if not better, than a store bought cake.
I got artsy and went for the BeyBlade theme…K is into those. I decided the easiest was to make a stadium. Here is what I came up with:
I’m not going into business anytime soon…lol. It took me almost all day to do this darned thing. Thankfully the licks of icing as I went kept me
pinging going. (Might explain the crooked lines.) Buttercream…it does a body goooooood. And then I crashed from the sugar high…so I licked the spoon and got going again. Ha! I had to the reclean kitchen a few times. Between the flour and powdered sugar…lets just say it got a bit dusty. I won’t go into the mess of the icing coloring. Just think rainbows and you’ll get the idea. 😉
K is always super excited about anything above normal so he was rearing to go this morning and asking about opening his presents every 5 minutes after he got home. After making his requested dinner (Manwich, green beans, and pineapple) we let him rip (pun intended).
The biggest hitch of the day was when I decided to buy some balloons, walk to his school, and surprise K on his walk home. I never thought a person could get beat up by balloons. They can and I did. I walked there with balloons hitting me in the head the whole way and trying to strangle me with the strings. After waiting for 20 minutes with no K in sight, I figured he must have gone a different route with some friends. (He likes to sidetrack to the park.) I wasn’t terribly happy that I stood there, in the wind and drizzle, and he snuck around me. When I got home he wasn’t there…so now I am ticked and worried. As I was stomping to my (pink) car to go looking for him something niggled my brain…it’s Tuesday. Crrrraaap!! Tuesdays is homework club. *duh*
Tomorrow I get to bake 4 dozen cookies for a cookie/ornament exchange. My poor, poor kitchen. Bettty, where are you?!
I need to go running. Sugar to blood ratio is getting too high.
I’m contemplating a Twitter account. That way I can tweet along with the other bloggers out there…follow the blog hop rules. *gasp* You caught me…I don’t tweet. I’m a bad, bad blogger. Thankfully this one doesn’t require a tweet, tweet, twiddly tweet despite it’s name.
Are you a Twit? Twitter? Tweeter? Whatev. I’m behind the times, I know. Right now I’m fine with it.
Do you bake your own cakes or buy them?
Are you a messy cook? (HB says I’m lucky my food tastes so good since I’m such a messy cook.) ^_-