Cake Envy

This little cake for Sydney's preschool class, it's no big deal. Oh yes it is! I had nothing better to do and it was for the kids. I had laundry piled up to the ceiling. Just for the kids? HA! I was embarrassed while I was bringing it in because I went a little overboard. You better believed I walked in nice and slow so everyone saw.  Yeah, that's right! I may look like death warmed over. I'm not headed for the gym in my size 2 running outfit.  My kid has got mismatched socks and is hugging a cooling rack. But I don't care because you can't make a cake like this. Please don't feel inferior, I do this for a living. Hate me!


TOTALLY JOKING!!!

   Okay, I'm going to get a little serious right now.... Strange for me, I know! There is an extreme cake craze across the nation and the madness needs to stop! Don't get me wrong. I love my job and the challenge and stretch of creativity it brings, but everyone should stop feeling like every kid cake has to be insane.  Parents either go nuts trying to make one, spend a lot, or feel bad because it doesn't light up, look life like, or 6 ft tall. Stop freaking out every year and save the grand cakes for special birthdays and celebrations. ( Make sure you give me a call then!)
     Because here is the thing about cake, whether it's a life size model of someone or a lopsided betty crocker, it's all going to the same place.  You're going to eat it and poop it out! My cakes aren't headed to the Louvre and aren't going to save the world.  They're destined for the intestine. (please forgive me for that one! It was pathetic!) So not worth the stress unless you are a pastry chef and live for that torture ;) If you're having fun, keep at it and get creative, but don't torture yourself to keep up.  Is your cake yummy? Was your child happy? Then be proud of it!  
     You know what I do when I can't do something well?  I include my kids in the production.  You look like a super cool mom and you can blame them for the imperfect parts. If you subtly get them to touch YOUR mess ups, it's technically not lying! 
    Now that I have destroyed my one advantage to look like a super mom, ruined my chance to be part of any secret pastry chef society, and talked about poop, I think I better end this! 

Click away from Pinterest! Turn off the Food network! Grab some sprinkles or funfetti!