I have a small baking business that my husband and I affectionately refer to as “my hobby gone out of control.” What started as a way to raise money for a breast cancer walk has grown to kids’ parties, classes and weddings.
My favorite orders continue to be kids’ birthday cakes. I especially love baking cakes for kids that I know. I imagine them blowing out the candles, squinting their eyes and making a wish. Then digging in and eating some great cake.
“Can you make Bey Blade cookies?” a friend calls to ask. She’s wanting them to include in gift bags for party guests.
The mother of three boys, I’m well acquainted with the toy spinners. “Absolutely,” I answer having never made them before.
We agree on two-dozen and a delivery date. I send the boys to search their rooms for Bey Blades as I pull out the butter to soften and measure out the sugar and flour.
“Is this Pegasus?” I ask A. when he hands me a red and blue spinner the size of a half-dollar. He nods yes. “Is he a good one?”
“Oh, yeah,” A. answers. “He’s tough.” Tough is boy-speak for awesome.
I bake up an extra dozen and pack them into the box with the others when I finish decorating.
I love birthday surprises.