Birthday cake
Wednesday, March 11th, 2009Sam’s third birthday was on Sunday and once again I decided to bake him a train cake. Last year I baked two train cakes. One was a chocolate cake in the shape of a generic steam engine, the other was vanilla in the shape of Thomas the Tank Engine. I borrowed two different cake pans for the jobs and learned rather quickly that decorating cakes with ziploc bags and butter knives isn’t easy.
This year I knew I’d be baking the Thomas cake again since Sam’s obsession with the blue engine has only gotten worse. But I also saw a cake pan at a friends house that made a little steam engine with train car cupcakes. I borrowed the pan with the bright idea to send the little cakes home with the kids as party favors.
The cake pan looked terrifyingly intricate. The directions called for using a brush to grease the pan and specified Wondra flour to flour it for easy release. I decided to give it a trial run well before the party. Despite the fact that I followed the directions exactly, the first batch of train cupcakes was a total disaster. The batter overflowed and spilled all over my oven and the cakes were essentially glued to the pan. I scraped out as much as I could with a spatula and used my fingers to get out the rest. Washing the pans required bottle brushes and toothbrushes, both wet and dry. It was a trainwreck.
But I couldn’t let it go. I bought a can of Pam for baking, a formula that combines grease with flour. It smelled disgusting and made me gag, but I sprayed the pans until they were dripping. It worked. The cakes fell right out of the pan.
Sadly I saved the second batch for the night before the party. I was tired and handed over the majority of the decorating duties to my husband. He’s not much of an artist but he did a reasonable job, especially considering it was 11pm and we were both a little bit buzzed.


I love macaroni and cheese, especially the real kind. I like the stuff in a box too, especially Annie’s brand, but the real stuff, baked in the oven is superior. I’ve fiddled with a number of recipes over the years and found two that have stuck out. The first is Patti Labelle’s insanely decadent
to celebrate. I’m not an indulgent parent. Sure, I’ll let him eat pretzels for breakfast, but when it comes to an event he’s not going to remember I’m not the type of person rent out an establishment or provide pony rides, clowns, Elmo or an ice sculpture. We went all out for his first birthday and invited all of our family and friends, but that was more of a milestone for us. We made it through a year. At this point, a year later, we’re glad to celebrate Sam’s second year of life outside the womb and look forward to his third, but at seven months pregnant I don’t feel like feeding fifty people again. So a small party it is.
I found my
Last night I picked up the turkey, did the grocery shopping and spent a good three and half hours in the kitchen accomplishing… Well, I don’t even know what I accomplished. It doesn’t seem like a whole lot.
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