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That which makes the splendour of the present and the glory of the future remains for ever unforgotten.


I will admit that this Elmo cake that I made for Henry is perhaps not the best or most handsome Elmo cake that has ever graced the Earth, but I made it. I made it despite having had a few consecutive nights without sleep. I made it in the face of the unceasing barrage of wailing from Ezra, the second loudest baby in the world. I made it even though the entire way through making it I had a pushy little toddler demanding more more MORE of something that I wasn’t actually sure of. I made it without proper planning and forethought, which left me perilously close to running out of icing (hence the slightly jaundiced look of Mr Elmo). Yet despite these odds, I still made it on time for the party.


Of course, the point of any birthday cake lies in its predestined destruction. In moments of philosophical crisis, I tend to ask myself questions like is a cake a cake if it is not eaten? I answer myself - ever the conversationalist - "of course it isn’t, it is something altogether different" (a swan?).

But, to the cake, armed with a bloody great big knife (as he usually is in these heady days of armed youths out of control), the little bloke’s nerve was steeled by his mother’s cold words of encouragement: “remember Old Yeller, Henry. You want to be a man like Travis don’t you?” And with that, he plunged the blade right into Elmo’s nose to a murderous cheer from the baying mob!

Afterwards, when given time for reflection, I decided that the Elmo cake was indeed a cake, for there was nary a crumb left.

Comments

blackie said…
damn, i forgot to get a bit of cake.
USelaine said…
The color looks suspiciously like Red Dye #2. Perhaps you used pomegranate juice instead?

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/
Louis la Vache said…
And no doubt, despite your own misgivings about the cake, Sir Henry was quite delighted!
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, don't worry, I never got one either.

Uselaine, everything that went into the cake was 100% natural. There were no incidents and no children were tasered.

Louis, he was awestruck!
Dina said…
Kris, you even know how to make and decorate a cake?! Geez, every day I am more impressed with your skills.
Good job.

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