Last Friday he brought home the empty photo album. He was actually given the option of filling it with pictures or making a poster. Of course my kid chose the poster. OF COURSE…because he’s my kid and he’s inherited the “do everything the
For his story, Buddy Boy chose Whopper Cake by Karma Wilson. It’s a really cute book about a Granddad who makes a whoppin’ big cake for Grandma’s birthday. It has a recipe in the back, so I had the brilliant idea to make the cake in the classroom with the students for the treat. I was shocked when the administration gave the OK – as long as I brought unopened ingredients to work with. (You know, so I wouldn’t poison the kiddos…because I might do such a thing.)
OK, before I get too snarky, let me give you a little background.
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- Buddy Boy’s school is a faith-based school.
- I was raised in a very fundamental religious environment, and attended parochial school from grade 1 through college.
- At one point, I seriously considered entering the seminary. (OK, maybe not that seriously, but I did considered it.)
- I no longer practice my religion.
- The Man is a lapsed Catholic.
- We have not tackled the subject of God with our kids…yet.
- In general, our part of Texas is populated by very conservative, devout people. God is ever-present in our community.
- I do not have a problem with God.
- I have a HUGE problem with dogma.
- I asked questions about the role of doctrine in the classroom before enrolling Buddy Boy in this school.
- I was told one thing, experienced another, and spent the first couple of months trying desperately to convince people that while I am religionless, I am NOT a High Priestess of the Prince of Darkness.
So, back to today. I went to school with my boy. I brought unopened packages of all the ingredients for our cake. I brought aprons and spoons for all the kiddos. I premeasured and made certain that every child had a part to play in the making of the Whopper Cake. It was fun. I baked the cake in the kitchen of the fellowship hall while the kiddos were learning, playing, and doing whatever pre-k'ers do at school.
Now I've got to tell ya, there are people in this world who will eat whatever comes out of my kitchen. I wouldn’t say I’ve got mad skills, but people like my cookin'. And desserts are my specialty. Need proof? Here’s proof:
Buddy Boy's NASCAR cake - and yes, the cars were sinking in a sea of dark chocolate. What can I say? It was 95 degrees that day. It was still a heckuva cake.
Hello Kitty CakePops for Ladybug's last birthday - so sweet they rotted teeth on contact, but they were too too cute. (Bakerella gets the credit for sharing the idea and how-tos. She's amazing, you should check her out!)
And then here’s the Whopper Cake…or as I refer to it, The Pile of Pooh. Dig in!
Happy Friday everybody. I hope you had a whopper of a day (and not in a pooh way.)
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