Fourth Birthday Pizza Party

Okay....one corporate Dora ice-cream cake, one home made pizza cake (inspired by Coco Cake), and a few ice-cream cupcakes for a friend party and Kid J has been properly feted. The big compliment for me was that Kid J looked at her pizza cake and said with great concern: "Why did you do that to my cake? Why is that on there?" I was able to put her at ease by telling her that the salami was really just sugar, although she told me at bedtime that she didn't like the salami on the cake. "That's okay dear, it wasn't real salami, it's okay that you didn't want to eat it." She agreed but insisted: "it was good that I tried it though right mama?" Indeed.

The funny thing about kid birthdays is that even though I had a great time colouring icing and trying to figure out how to get the tomato sauce the right colour (adding cocoa did a nice job of intensifying the red), the cake that kid J liked the best was probably the Dora one I bought and took to her daycare - the one made from crap ice-cream. This is fine really, because as I was obsessing about the colour and shape of the fondant mushrooms, my husband aptly commented that kid J wouldn't notice. This is true I recognized but I also recognized and said, "yeah, but that has nothing to do with her."

How terrible is that? When it gets right down to it, if the cake was for her, I would have bought one. As it turns out, I thoroughly enjoyed the process of making the thing - trying to figure out how to make fondant salami, but the fact that I received accolades made it all the more sweeter. Ah the ego.

I could try and be more profound here but I just want to break the publishing drought.