When confronted with a recipe, Simon has the same reaction I do: Must. Make. This. So when the Friend magazine came last week with a recipe for a colorful three-layer cake, I wasn’t exactly thrilled. We’d just finished a three-layer cake. We had three different kinds of chocolate chip cookies to get through. And two different kinds of cheesecake. Plus a chocolate pie. And ice cream. And sorbet. (Many thanks to all who have brought us meals last week. I’ve enjoyed every bite.)
But yesterday the boy was having kind of a rough moment and it was clear that the only thing that would distract him from his misery was a three-layer cake. So we let him have at it. Micah supervised the cake, I supervised the frosting, but it was his baby. And he saw it through to the final detail: the cherries on top. (It was in the picture, so it needed to be on his cake, too.)
I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. My child knows how to read a recipe. My child is undaunted by the idea of making a cake from scratch. (I don’t think he knows about cake mixes.) My child has an attention span long enough to make a real cake. My child will be able to make dinner before I know it. Or maybe just the occasional dessert. Either way, I’ll take it.
The end result wasn’t so bad. In all honesty, it wasn’t the best cake I’ve ever had. But my child made it, and that made it pretty darn good.