Friday, 13 September 2013
Sushi birthday cake envy, and mummy failure
My friend made this cake, at her son's request, for his seventh birthday - a seven year old even knowing what sushi is, let alone 'loving it' is an extraordinary thing in itself.
I thought my kids had sophisticated palettes for liking olives and pesto.
Anyway, Lizzie, my sushi caking-making friend, told me it took her six months to think about but, amazingly, only about two hours to make - which included skinning turkish delight bars for tuna, chopping the tops off macaroons for the rice, and cutting a kinder egg in half with a warm knife and filling it with melted chocolate for the soy sauce. Who would have thought?
Unsurprisingly, birthday boy was very happy, and insisted on eating the cake with the chopsticks!
But for me, seeing this creation has made me feel particularly inferior, because although I have always enjoyed a bit of a cake challenge, for Dolly's last birthday I was feeling a bit lazy, and really let things slip.
Despite Dolly asking for a rabbit cake, I took decisions into my own hands and ordered a personalised ricepaper cake topper of Ben and Holly from eBay. I convinced myself that she would marvel at seeing her name and age printed above Gaston's head, and the rabbit idea would be forgotten.
But the night before her birthday, I opened up the envelope containing the topper, and was horrified to discover that they had printed the wrong age. And not only that, but also it was way too big for the cake that I had just got out of the oven.
Despite my best efforts with scissors and icing pens to rectify the situation, the cake looked a mess. But I clung to the hope that a four-year-old wouldn't notice the cock-ups, or the fact that it wasn't a rabbit, and be thrilled with it.
When Dolly saw the cake, she was literally speechless, and not in a good way. And I have lived with the guilt ever since. Every so often she quietly says to me: 'But I just wanted a rabbit cake for my birthday.'
So when I see creations such as this masterpiece, it makes me inch ever closer to feeling like a bit of a failure.
Posted by Elsie Button at 10:38