Tuesday 1st May 2012
My beautiful wife has just completed her 42nd year on this mortal coil. This is what I baked to celebrate the occasion.
It’s rare that I bake a cake. Apart from the fact that my baking acutraments leave something to be desired, 2 out of 3 of us in residence aren’t that fussed about cake. Having said that, a birthday is not complete without one & so around this time every year I root out my hand-me-down rusty cake tins & set about making birthday cakes.
Zephy used to take in a cake to celebrate at school which was quite a challenge as it had to be enough for 50 kids (2 classes) but they put a stop to that after only but a few years. It has now been whittled down to two. One for celebrating with friends & another with family.
Last year I made a Barcelona FC flag for him & his friends.
“How did the cake go down?” I enquired.
He generally has a picnic in the park after school on a Friday which means I can’t attend as I work late that night.
“Yeah, good.” He replied not making eye contact with me.
“Really!” I said taken aback, knowing that he doesn’t usually lavish such high praise on a baked good.
“Well,” He continued. “I didn’t actually have any myself,”
“Oh.” I said looking down with a little too much disappointment.
“But everybody else did & they loved it.” He consoled touching my hand.
Blessed are the meek. 1:50
He did, however, manage to force down a slither of Mummy’s though.