All the world is birthday cake,
so take a piece, but not too much.
~ George Harrison
Guess who’s officially an adult today?
My stepson Caswell turns 18! He’s now entitled to vote, buy cigarettes, register with Selective Service, get a motorcycle license without taking a motorcycle-rider training course, bear arms (some types anyway), own property, marry without parental consent and serve on a jury.
How better to celebrate this magic milestone than with cake!
I mentioned to my friend Jill that Cas was celebrating his birthday this week. Ever the mother (she has two boys) and consummate baker, she asked, “Are you making a cake?”
Eek. It never dawned on me to make a cake.
I hate cake, for one thing, so it’s not very high on my personal priority list. And I’m camping this week. Have you ever seen an oven in 1983 camper? And even when I have the best equipment, I haven’t had a lot of success with cakey cakes. Cheesecake? I’m good at cheesecake. Cakey cakes? Hardly.
A couple of years ago, I made a cake for my Beloved’s birthday and it was a disaster (read about it here).
“Do you think I should make a cake?” I asked Jill.
“What’s a birthday without cake?” she said like a baker who’s whipped out six dozen cookies for a Boy Scout outing with 8 hours notice. “How about cupcakes? You can borrow a pan from me, and I have a FUN da-Middles mix you can have. It’s like homemade Twinkies.”
So she set me up with a pan, celebration-themed cupcake liners and this foolproof mix. Bonus: The secret filling means no frosting required. The tagline, which is as perfect for this baker’s intentions as it is for this confection invention, is “It’s what’s inside that matters.”
The hardest part of the whole process was lighting the pilot light, it worked so slick! And FUN da-Middles are delicious (if you’re into cakey cakes).
I get stepmother points (thanks to Jill and Betty), and Cas gets his cake and can eat it, too! Yay!
Happy birthday, sweet stepson.