Mom Fail: Killing 2 Birthday Cakes
It all started (innocently) 2 weeks ago... I was waiting for William and Alexander to get out of school and standing with another mother. We were chatting about our schedules and what's coming up and I mentioned that William and Alexander had their birthday week coming up. It's a big deal in our household... they have birthdays the same week - William's is September 25 and Alexander's, September 28.
I mentioned that I still had so much to do for their special days. I needed to buy gifts. I needed to buy decorations. I needed to call the Bowling Alley and reserve a day for their party. And I needed to buy a cake.
As soon as the word "cake" was out of my mouth, she looked at me and said, "You don't bake their cakes?"
I smiled and said, "Well... I'm not much of a baker and beyond that, I'm away for business the three days before their birthdays, so it makes more sense to buy them."
All she said was, "Oh..."
And I felt like the worst mother in the world, just in that simple... "OH."
So I did what any mother would do, before I left on my business trip, I brought the boys to our local market and had them each pick out the mix and the frosting they wanted for their cake... I was going to bake!
On the afternoon of September 25 (William's 7th birthday!) I gathered the kids around our kitchen table and gave each of them a job. William (since it was his birthday) was pretty much overseeing everything including the eggs. Alex got to handle the mix. Ben got to put the oil in. And Henry got to help me mix the batter. We were having a blast! When everything was set and poured into the two cake pans (oh, yes... a 2 layer cake!) I put the oven light on so the boys could watch it bake. I was feeling good!
And then I heard William say, "Hey Mom! Should the batter be that high?"
I ran into the kitchen to see my two beautiful cakes looking like domes. Well... there goes the layer cake, looks like I'll have two 1-layer cakes. Problem solved. The boys were still super excited. I told them everyone would get a chance to frost the cakes and they were bouncing off the walls (mama usually doesn't bake!). When I took the cakes out of the oven, I did the tooth pick test... only to find the middle still batter.
Yup, horrible. Fortunately the boys found it more funny than upsetting. And off William and my husband went at 9PM at night to buy a new cake.
I still cannot believe that it turned out that way.
3 days later... Alexander's birthday.
I wanted to redeem myself. I bought new cake pans. I checked the oven temp. I even had my husband oversee the pouring and measuring of ingredients. I was set.
This time I told the boys that I needed to do all the mixing, but I let them watch the cake bake again... hoping I wouldn't hear any rumblings of a mishap again. Nada. Nothing. Two PERFECT chocolate cake pans came out of the oven. I let them cool down. I flipped the pans over to take the cakes out. Everything looked delicious.
I frosted cake layer #1. I have to say, I was feeling pretty good! It looked GREAT!
And then cake layer #2. I don't know what happened. After frosting half of it, it caved in. It LITERALLY caved in. Almost like it deflated! And then down it went. This time... I cried. I did.
Tears of frustration came streaming down my cheeks. I just wanted to do this for Alexander, and it didn't work...