Our youngest child is turning 12. What a landmark. And because of different commitments (read netball weekends) the celebrations will be slightly delayed. So I am not madly scrambling around trying to tidy the house, juggling visiting family and baking cakes. And it feels all wrong.
Over the years, Rod and I have made many birthday cakes together for both of our children. Starting off in our old house, the first birthday for our elder daughter was a very simple orange cake. So healthy. No icing. One candle. It didn’t last long.
By the time she was two, the Australian Women’s Weekly children’s birthday cake book had been found, and we were off and running.
Requests for butterflies, lolly shops, paint boxes, number cakes and tigers ensued from both children at birthday time.
Surprisingly for two people without a crafty bone in their body, Rod and I were able to fashion something that looked like the cakes in the book every time. Shows how well tested they are. This was despite having a dud oven for at least six of those years, until we could stand it no longer. I think Rod made at least two different late night trips to the supermarket to get more supplies when the cakes died in the oven. And we were usually making them at 10pm on a Friday night, after a week’s work, so I think we did ok. Certainly, they all were eaten, so we musta done good! Right? (well, the butterfly looks a bit dodgy, I admit.)
Still, it’s made me curious about all of those cakes. What were they again? Who had what?
This is a selection of just some of the birthday cakes over the years.
Who knows what we’ll try and do next?