The cupcakes of death
NS April 4th, 2009
It was TNC’s third birthday on Thursday. We took her to the zoo on the day but we’re having a party with family and friends tomorrow. Nothing major but I’ve done my usual trick: said I was going to make and bake a bunch of things myself and then ended up not doing them, or doing them badly. Will I ever learn? Who was I kidding when I thought I’d get enough time (or skill!) to make my own pinata and decorate two dozen cupcakes to look like sheep, like I saw in a Waitrose food magazine?! It was harrowing enough to organise the location, buy the food and decorations, get a party dress for the birthday girl, send invites and directions, and put together goodie bags for the kids. I obviously still harbor delusions of grandeur in which I am Bree Van de Kamp a la Desperate Housewives.
Not me
When, in fact, this is more like me. Or, rather, will be me at 10.55 tomorrow when the guests are getting ready to arrive and I am still slapping Betty Crocker “heart attack in a can” Vanilla Icing onto my dry, tasteless cupcakes (you suck, Waitrose food magazine) with a spork while trying to wrestle the plastic tags off of the decorations and games before passing them off as handmade.
Me
More reporting from the dark side tomorrow…
