As the theme to “Tablescape Thursday” at Between Naps On the Porch is the un-birthday, I decided to link this post. Which talks about birthday cake. An irrational amount of birthday cake. And while I did not photograph place settings, I hope the ridiculous cake shots will make up for it.
Or at least a bigger spatula.
My mom’s birthday was Tuesday. The earliest we could get the family together was Thursday night. So we did dinner.
And…cake. A very, very large cake.
My mom turned 64 this year. Tradition in my family dictates that you get a “When I’m 64” cake. I was a little worried when I placed the order for the cake that I was going to be talking with a 17-year-old that would not understand what I wanted in any way. Fortunately the person I talked with spoke “Beatles” and had no problem taking the order. (Although the cake decorater didn’t quite get it. I’m not quite sure what “When am 64” means, but I don’t think that’s Lennon or McCartney.)
I really feel compelled to explain that for 9 people I did NOT order a half-sheet cake. I ordered a quarter-sheet cake, and even that was larger than I needed (but I didn’t think I could get the lyrics onto an 8 inch round without causing some poor baker a repetitive stress injury.) But when I showed up at the bakery, they pulled out the 1/2 sheet cake and said happily in response to my protests, “But it’s on sale! The same price as a 1/4 sheet!” All I could think was, Well, as I ordered a 1/4 sheet cake that was all I was going to pay for ANYWAY. But why add tension to an already completely insane situation?
I stood in the bakery, staring at the cake, saying (out loud) “My husband is going to think I’m crazy!”
People laughed at me.
“How many people are you having?” Asked the well-meaning cashier.
“Nine.” I replied.
There was a pause. “Oh,” she said. “Well, you’ll have lots of leftovers!”
My first plan was to go door-to-door and offer some to the neighbors.
We ate as much as we could without ending up in full-blown diabetic comas, then bundled up massive pieces (each one the size of a normal cake) to send away with people so they could have diabetic comas in the comfort of their own homes.
Yet we still have enough here to last a weekend. With teenagers.
And to make the cake-overload even better, this was what we had for breakfast at work yesterday.
I did not think this was possible for me, but I’m caked out.
I hope I’m not coming down with anything. All I need is “Return of the Plague” with my mother-in-law coming next week.
Probably not. Probably just Too Damned Much Cake.
So tune in Monday for Projects and Points. And next week….a surprise…..
(And did I mention that my mother-in-law is coming next week?)
Edited to Add: A number of readers have already figured out that I “neglected” to mention that a store-bought cake is a total hit to my points. Because it’s true – Martha would NEVER have served her mother a store-bought cake, and choosing sleep over my mother really is totally selfish of me and will probably get me written out of the will, and my brother will be the one to inherit the authentic Cost Plus Asian wall prints. Damn him…
So yes, a deduction is coming, but the actual score will depend on how nauseated my family gets from eating cake all weekend. So stay tuned.
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