Some days the lessons
just keep coming…
This morning I rise early, I have a birthday cake to make. There was a time when my kids were younger, I spent considerable time making elaborate birthday cakes the night before. But now that they have grown it seems, I manage my time differently. (*see poorly)
Today’s request, for my son is chocolate, this is easily managed. I begin with my grandmother’s recipe, tried. tested and true. I have made this many, many ties over the years, in fact I made one similar just a week ago for my daughter.
Outside the window, the garden is bathed in sunlight, the sky is blue and the birds are aplenty! I lovingly mix my cake batter and think about how very much I like this recipe, fondly remembering my Grandmother.
I put the cake in the oven and get on to the laundry. My son’s girlfriend will be coming for dinner, my husband will be cooking and today proves to be, my favourite day – family day.
Time allotted, I take the cake out , it has risen to beauteous heights and smells divine. I set it to cool on the counter and think about my plans for decoration.
Ever so gently, I tip it out onto the rack to cool further.
It is then that my gorgeous cake quite gradually starts to slide. First one side, slowly sinking as it spreads it luscious body out onto the counter top like molten lava.
Helpless, I watch it ooze.
Ok, I think, I can work with this, oozing chocolate still sounds good right?
Then with the aid of my husband, I try to move it to the base and like a rather pitiful mudslide it continues to spread itself wide and low.
No,no, NO I CAN NOT WORK WITH THIS!!! I am not new at this, I have made this cake so very many times, Why, why, WHY ???? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
“It’s ok, my dearest love says to me, just start again….”
And there it is,
like a little bell,
it rings.
A gentle most familiar
little tinkle,
and I
cease pulling out my hair
in utter frustration
and I resist the urge to
cry
Instead, I
breathe deep,
I take a moment
to feel my husbands hand
on my back
and I
smile
and then
I simply
begin
again,
and again
and
yet…
again
because, you know
what they say,
some days are like that,
and
When the going get’s tough,
the tough
Eat Cake
with a
really
BIG
spoon!! ♥