So the THIRTEEN-year-old’s birthday went well on Sunday; very low-key. I didn’t expect much fanfare, considering we had the birthday lunch last weekend at the Signature Room and this coming weekend is the big Bar Mitzvah. It was a nice day.
Aunt Joodie/Doody/Juzie/Jooie came over and we made homemade pizza (using our cousin Eric’s dough recipe: it’s a winner!) for dinner and had assorted appetizers too. We were the only home, apparently, in America that did not watch the Super Bowl. Instead, we watched the Brian Regan DVD.
Then of course, it was time for Rainbow Cake. I had asked the boy on Saturday if he wanted me to make him our family’s traditional birthday cake for Sunday. It was a question because this kid does not go ape-wild over cake in general, and I thought he might have just wanted ice cream. But he gave me the go-ahead on the cake and so I made it for him.
I baked it Saturday night, late, and planned to frost it Sunday afternoon, after religious school. On Sunday, I whipped up the frosting, colored it, and started spreading it on…and the sides of the cake started to crumble. Icky. It was a mess. There was no smoothing out of this icing, no covering of the crumbs. They were just going to have to become part of the cake.
So…I decided to not even try hard to make it pretty.
It had a great personality though, and was pretty on the inside…
Late that night I went to do the dishes, and found a bowl that had the normal bits of melted ice cream remnants…and a HUGE square piece of cake, almost totally intact except for the frosting, which was gone. I yelled, “Who’s cake was this????”
The birthday boy answered, “It was mine.”
I said, “You asked me to make you this cake! What the heck???”
He said, “I wasn’t so hungry after the pizza.”
I said, “Next year, why don’t you just ask me to make you a big bowl of icing!!!”
He answered, “Oh! Can I do that?”
(as if that’s really an option…LOL!)
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Haa haa haa…pretty on the inside. That’s great. (I can’t see the pics yet)
And also, I love that he just ate the frosting. 🙂
Wow, that’s quite a cake. Will you ask me if I want a cake for my birthday? I will be happy to eat ll of my piece! 😉
OMG you had me cracking up three times in one post:
it had a great personality, and was pretty on the inside
the inscription on the cake
and his questionOh! Can I do that?
You had me in stitches. Seems like you had a great time and the cake looks very yummy. NOt a big fan of cake myself but this looks delicious.
Mags: Get home quick so you can see this wondrous cake! 🙂
Melissa: Sure! Let me know when your b-day is so I’ll know when to ask you. 🙂
Kat: Thanks, I thought it was funny too! LOL: of course I did! You would LOVE this cake. I’ll make it for you if you ever get to visit Chicago. 🙂
HAHAHAH! And I was sooo hoping there would be a photo of the cake when I read the title!!!
Hehe I would love me a bowl of icing…mmmmh sugary sweetness. I will definitely take you up on that offer 🙂
The Indulgent Auntie Kee known for giving Niecey a plate of cool whip because she didn’t like/want the pie one Thanksgiving (Auntie Cheryl accused Auntie Kee of being crazy) declares making him just icing for his birthday a great idea! That cake looks awesome, hope everyone else enjoyed more than just the frosting, lol.