Our beautiful little girl turned two today. She had a wonderful day. Our childrens’ birthdays really bring out the sook in me – they are so, so special. I just cannot believe my luck sometimes.
We had a small party for her, so I’m surrounded by pink balloons and streamers. If previous birthdays in this house are anything to go by, these decorations will remain until they disintegrate and I just clean them up once they’re dust. You say laziness, I say prolonging the celebration.
My previous post detailed the list of food for the party. Ha ha haaaaa!! Homemade sausage rolls with tomato relish? Haaaaa!!!! Pink meringues? Hee hee! Fresh fruit platter?? Hear that? That’s me chortling through my keyboard. What a riot!!
But I did make cupcakes, for I lurve making cupcakes. I hope you don’t mind my saying, but they were so lovely that I’m sharing a picture with you. Thanks for humouring me, I don’t get out much. Actually that’s a lie, last week I went out three nights – count them – one two three!! A social triumph! Oh hello mojo, welcome back. And stick around, you sensitive, allusive thing you.
Today’s birthday cake was a maple syrup cake, so of course I thought of the only Canadian I know. Hello! I’m sorry to have sullied your country with my experimental cooking. It tasted OK but the maple cream on top looked a little worse for wear after a few hours. Pink glittery sugar is great in theory, but in this case they offered a lumpy, congealed quality to the icing.