it’s difficult to watch your parents grow older. i hated thinking about my dad turning 50. because then i began thinking about how he’s got twenty to thirty really good years left in him. and how that’s not so far away.
and then i was full of sadness.
we had a double birthday party. for my father & my step mother. their birthdays are three days apart. i think they enjoyed our company.
i’m not good at making cakes look pretty. and i know this. however, i do make one insanely tasty carrot cake. & what a labour of love they are. hand-shredding all of those carrots. coupled with the thousand and one ingredients that most of the recipes call for. and then icing the edges, so delicately picking the entire, layered thing up & rolling it in toasted coconut and pecans without crushing the soft cake in your bare hands. it’s an art really. a talent of lunacy that most do not possess. i happen to not possess it. and that’s okay.
i got lucky this time. & it happened to turn out quite nicely. i think because i was not overly concerned with the physical appearance of the cake. i was simply worried about how it tasted.
it must have been spot on because it was the largest success of any of the cakes i’ve made.
i made a decadent chocolate cake for my dad. with a vanilla buttercream frosting that’s unlike any other i’ve previously had. buttercream is disgusting. i hate it. whenever i eat it, all i can think is that i am shoveling pounds of thick, waxy butter into my arteries and it will never again be freed. this frosting didn’t put those thoughts into my head while i was eating the cake.
50. happy birthday dad. i love you.
chocolate cake — http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/moist-chocolate-cake