Tinker

This morning I started making buttercream frosting for SarcasmGirl's birthday cake (about which more, on another rock). As usual when I'm creaming butter that is not entirely room-temperature, I locked down the head on my Blesséd KitchenAid mixer. When I tried to unlock it, however, it remained stubbornly locked. After mucking with it for a while I threw in the towel and called the pro: my husband, who lives for moments like these. I was thinking I would likely have to go get a can of pre-made frosting (eeeeew) when he got into the guts of the mixer, tied down the latch (actually, Scotch taped it into place) so that I could continue with my frosting.

He really does love a) to worry at a mechanical problem until it yields to his stubborn blandishments and b) to come in and be The Hero. And he did, and he was, and I thank him.

Die, Cake Die!

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Originally uploaded by madrobins

Tomorrow the fabulous Sarcasm Girl will be twenty years old. Yes, yes, I know. If you knew her when, that means you were twenty years younger then. Imagine how I feel.

She asked for a "D&D" cake. I figured (foolishly) that I would have an easier time with an isodecahedron (ie., a 20-sided die) than with a dragon. This cake was originally spherical; I cut off as much cake as remained, I think, and the isodecahedronality of the cake is, um, tenuous at best. Still, it was cake, and she was happy.

Moral of the story? Next time, go for the dragon.

Happy birthday, darling Sarcastic Girl. I am proud to be your mother, and glad I didn't throw you out the window at 3 am when you were five weeks old.