a birthday cake and its lessons.

Today is my mother's birthday.

I was SO excited to bake her cake. It had to be super special and beautiful, with lots of love of course.

So I baked it and it was perfect, just like everything I have ever baked.

Sure.

Truth is, the cake recipe did not come out how I wanted at all.

It was crumbly.

And stuck to the pan.

Afternoon wasted. Four layers down the drain. 

But I was not giving up. I was ready to start again. So I did some googling and found another recipe with great reviews. 

Perfect. Let's do this. 

And then I realized something...I was out of sugar.

SUGAR. What kind of baker runs out of sugar?

One who bakes alot, clearly.

I felt defeated. My mother came into the kitchen and tried a piece of the crumbly cake.

"It tastes good." Yes, it did taste good.

She insisted not to waste it away.
I was ready to go to the store, the cake had to be perfect, I mean I was going to blog about it! 

What will all my followers think? hah.

And then it hit me and I knew that she was right. So I got into a real Michaelangelo mode, made some delicious frosting, and pieced that cake together. Nothing was going to stop me from making a beautiful cake, not even myself.

I can be my own worst enemy sometimes, just seeking perfection.
But perfection isn't real. And I am a real baker, which is why I always wanted to start a blog.

Things happen and we have to learn to roll with the punches.

Like when I was making the frosting and the mixer splurted cocoa powder all over the counter and all over me.
Instead of thinking something else had gone wrong, I burst out laughing. 

Crazy-cocoa-covered girl alone in the kitchen. hah.

No use in crying over crumbled cake.

Thank you Mom for all the life lessons you have taught me.

Happy Birthday.