This is the cake Z wanted. He saw the idea in a cooking magazine his grandparents get. He's taken to reading these magazines late at night and then asking my opinions on diced fresh rosemary and garlic mayo and whether we have a deep fryer to make onion straws for his school lunch (no and NO). Chocolate frosted cake with m&m garnish as applied by Z is pretty easy (the candies apparently are "11" on top and his name on the sides, not that anyone could actually tell). The real novelty was in the fact that Z wanted a white cake because that's how the magazine did it. I never make white cakes. I love chocolate. My children love chocolate. But because I love Z and it was his birthday, I made him a white cake (five egg whites and all!) and everyone inhaled it on birthday party day, so we may have future white birthday cakes to celebrate (woe is me!)
Z's birthday will require a lot of patience on his part. DH is in town for just a minute; the trial isn't done yet. That means that the bike Z got for his birthday sits in a box waiting to be put together. He got a new watch with a metal band and that must wait too, because the jeweler is closed for Labor Day weekend and I don't have tools small enough to adjust it. He did get to put together the obligatory legos (the White House) and carry his new scripture case to church. But by and large, he is entering a new age of birthday gifts, where they're smaller, fewer (more expensive) and not always out-of-the-box accessible. He is trying to be mature about it; he is eleven. But even though he is a mammoth manchild (5' tall and feet as big as mine!), he is still my boy, my little boy at heart. How did my little boy get so big?
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