A birthday cake epilogue (or "Happy Mothers Day")

"I'd like to be the ideal mother, but I'm too busy raising my kids."
Source: Unknown

Its Mother's Day: the perfect day to write a little epilogue to the story of the Octonaut's birthday cake.


I received such lovely, generous comments to last week's birthday cake post, that I thought I ought to set the record a little straighter. Here, friends, is the reality ...

• The cake was made with a commercial packet mix
  
• The cake fell apart when I turned it out of the tin - who the heck gets a packet mix wrong?
  
• I swore a lot made a polite exasperated sound
  
• I made another packet mix cake
  
• The bottom fell off the cake - what kind of clown gets two packet mixes wrong?
  
• I ran out of packet mixes. More swearing.
  
• I had to glue the cake back together with fondant icing - a shedload of icing.
  
• There was a disproportionate (and unfavourable) cake-to-icing ratio
  
  
  
  
• The Octonauts decorations were really tricky to construct. I am afflicted with sausage-fingers. I spilt purple food dye down a cupboard. I glared at anyone who approached the kitchen. I spent more time on the cake, than I did holding the party. I swore a lot.
  
• I don't think anyone actually liked eating the cake. Even the small children. That's saying something .... small children will eat anything inanimate labelled cake.
  
• Not long after the party finished, I found Bargy breaking all the Octonaut decorations into small pieces (Look mum, I made a jigsaw). They were only icing. But I cried anyway.

This has been a real blog post from a real mum. All the rest that you see here at Hoppo Bumpo is nice camera angles and the use of a thesaurus.

A very happy Mothers Day to all the mums out there. (Remember: smoke-and-mirrors are your friends.)

Liesl xx