Birthday Fail #1

The countdown has begun...

T minus 8 days until Gillian Grace's first birthday party.

The staging room {aka our guest room} grows more cluttered with party paraphernalia every day. I can hardly walk in the room without fumbling over something. There are decorations that need to be made, bows that need to be tied, favors needing to be packed, labels needing to be printed, and tablescapes needing to be perfected. But yet with my plate already full and nearly overflowing with tasks, I decided that yesterday was a good day to try a new recipe. And, for her party no less!

Now what on God's green Earth would propel me to add something else to my ever increasing "to do" list, one only knows. Blame it on a temporary lapse in judgment, or a supermom complex, but after finding a recipe online for cake balls {a name I'm not terribly fond of}, I convinced myself that they were an absolutely necessary addition for GG's party. With a recipe that calls for pre-made and store bought everything, the recipe should've been easy as...well, you know...cake!

But as the cake ball preparation began, everything suddenly took a downhill turn.

The recipe calls for crumbling the cake while still warm into a bowl. Easier said than done. While my fingers fumbled to crumble the steaming hot cake, I tried my best to remain standing despite my 11 month old's best attempts to bring me down to her level by continually fumbling over my feet. Mixing the frosting with the crumbled cake seems like a no brainer, but after stopping to fumble with the straw on someone's sippy cup, I completely lost my train of thought, forgetting that I'd divided the cake into thirds to try different icing combinations and no longer needed the nearly full cup of frosting as written on the recipe.

Instead of ending up with a paste, I had soup. Cake soup to be more precise, the cake was swimming in frosting! Sadly the wannabe cake balls' final destination wasn't our tummies as originally intended, but rather the trash by way of one kitchen-sized Hefty bag.



Birthday Fail/Fumble/Flub #1.

If you Google "cake ball recipe" you're bound to come across this description:

...usually chocolate outer coating reveals a rich, moist, cakey interior ---the perfect proportion of cake to frosting...

Needless to say, I'm not expecting any phone calls from Martha Stewart asking for my baking tips. Try as I might, yesterday's baking was just a fumbled attempt at cake ball supremacy. And though I may be a little dejected, I am certainly not defeated. The oven and I shall live to fight another day!


Oooh, cake!

I've hit the jackpot!

Aren't you gonna stop me, Momma?

Licky, licky, licky, I'm not picky {When it comes to sweets that is}!

Ewww, yuck! Better luck next time, Mom!

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