This post is going to be a “Here’s one I prepared Earlier” because I need to include a picture of the cake in question – and THE cake will not be presented until Sunday, so basically I’m speaking to you from the past. Weird.
Anyhow, my partner and I have been having a bit of a friendly debate. It’s as friendly as a debate can be – because it’s a debate about cake. A cake debate.
My partner believes we should buy our children’s birthday cakes pre-made and I’m pretty passionate about making them myself.
We were raised quite differently where cake was concerned.
Growing up my mum made our birthday cakes following the instructions and inspiration of The Australian Woman’s Weekly Cake Book. I loved flipping through and planning out that year’s cake… and the next year’s cake… and the next years cake…
And it was something we were all involved in – it was fun – and exciting seeing the cake come together!
My partner’s family buy cakes. Which is cool. Bought cakes are awesome. I respect that we were raised differently and so we value cakes differently. I don’t see cakes as something you can simply exchange for money – you invest your time and effort and love into cakes.
(That’s right – love. It’s on the ingredient list. Right next to blood, sweat and tears).
My incredibly thoughtful and caring partner has expressed some concerned that I get a little bit stressed out about birthday cakes.
But that’s ONLY because I DO get a little bit stressed out about birthday cakes.
Like the year I messed up the first cake and was up past midnight replacing it with a completely new cake from scratch. Or the year I dropped the newly finished cake upside down on the ground (… and cried). Or the time I was up half the night making the cake that nearly broke me… there may have been some hysterical overtired laughing in the corner involved. (But the cake was amazing!)
All that aside I do genuinely enjoy making the kid’s cakes every year. Even the little bit of stress is good – it’s like going on a roller coaster; what’s life without a little bit of adrenaline?
And I don’t want him to take that away from me.
So, this year we compromised. We’ve agreed to disagree. Like proper grown ups.
We’re having a cake-off.
Our daughter had her heart set on a Peppa Pig Cake.
So it’s his store bought cake from Coles VS my lovingly homemade cake. (One she had on her actual birthday and the other was for her party – we didn’t have two cakes on the one day!)
You be the judge!
Cake number 1 – bought from Coles (that was surprisingly tasty – I’ll give it that)
Cake number 2 – lovingly hand made. Come on. There’s no competition…