I’m no cake decorator, but…

DebE —  September 20, 2013 — 4 Comments

… I made this for my son’s 3rd birthday (party tomorrow):

Tickety Toc CogsThere you go… Tickety Toc Cog Cake… A bit simpler than trying to cater to his love of Pocoyo. He also loves Peppa Pig, but it seems everyone has a Peppa Pig themed birthday at 3 years old these days.

Pretty basic. My sculpting talents have always been a little basic… here’s hoping my writing is better, eh?

Cake is chocolate (Edmund’s Cookbook) and butter cream icing… basic… simple…

Yes. My son celebrates his birthday on International Talk Like A Pirate Day… now I know why my labour lasted so long.

(Someone accused me of being a wuss when I mentioned I’d got an epidural… I set him straight pretty quick… I laugh that he took 48hrs to arrive into this world… try a week, buddy… — and if all I was having from the week before my son arrived were the Braxton Hicks contractions, they were frequent ones at 5mins apart, 60-90 secs long)

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Deb E was born in New Zealand’s North Island, but her parents corrected that within months, moving south to Dunedin and staying there. Childhood nights were spent falling asleep to cover versions of Cliff Richard and the Shadows and other Rock ’n Roll classics played by her father’s band, and days were spent dancing to 45 LPs. Many of her first writing experiences were copying down song lyrics. She graduated to scientific reports when she studied a nematophagus fungus in the Zoology department of the University of Otago, trading all traces of popularity for usefulness… then traded both for fiction. Mum of one human & four fur-babies.

4 responses to I’m no cake decorator, but…

    • 

      Thanks, Clare. It’s a fine balance, knowing this’ll be the first one he remembers… I want to do a good job, but don’t want to set myself up for future failures by comparison!!

  1. 

    Someone told you you were a wuss? Are they insane?

    • 

      Heh heh. We got onto the topic of nitrous somehow and I was commenting how wonderful it was, and how wonderful the epidural was… His response was “Wuss”… So I filled him in on a few details… Time and a place for everything, buddy.

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