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Follow up: Extra Mom

Turns out, it doesn’t matter. It’s not just my daughter. It’s pretty much everything I do. Here is the cake I made for Ross’s 40th birthday.

You might say, that doesn’t look that complicated or over the top. Just you wait.

Three layers and yes, that is a cozy coupe in the background.

A berry reduction that I pureed, sifted, and cooked to perfection!

A mascarpone cheese icing, that I’m going to be honest with you, i probably should have read the directions first. I just threw everything into the bowl and started mixing. When it was still liquid after a couple of minutes, I realized I had the wrong attachment on my mixer. Then, I might have turned my back for a few minutes while it was mixing and suddenly I had a full bowl of icing. It was damned delicious though.

Now the layers. Three to be exact.

Here’s where my inability to keep things under control comes in. I made the fruit reduction first. Thinking that I was making three cakes, the recipe must be wrong. I didn’t realize that the layers would be so thin as they honestly, should be with a layer cake. The recipe didn’t seem like enough fruit filling. So, in keeping with my portion control issues, I doubled it. This was what I had left after building the cake and icing it.

Instead of just letting it go and being a normal person, because now we have a giant cake in the house that only one person is actually going to eat, I double downed on the sugar.

Yep, those are cinnamon rolls and fruit filled rolls.

Also, delicious, by the way.

Happy Birthday Ross!

Adult Birthdays

My husband, Ross, turned the big 39 this week. He like to remind me that I’m older than he is. By like 6 months. Here’s the reality of the situation. He was 80 when I met him, so I don’t really care what that clock says, he will always be an old curmudgeon.

When I asked him, what kind of cake he wanted. This is how the conversation went (I’m paraphrasing, cause this was a while ago). #SorryNotSorry

Ross: I don’t want one of those fancy cakes. You know the ones you would get from Piece of Cake. There’s too much icing.

Me: So you basically want a Kroger cake?

Ross: Yes. That’s exactly it. I want a Kroger cake.

Okay, my friend. Ask and ye shall receive.


There you go. Kroger cake that may have been decorated by a teenager. It’s fine. I’m sure it takes exactly the same.