I was referring to birthday cakes, of course. Between parties and school treats, a tupperware cake caddy is a staple for every family with children under age 12.
My son turns 12 this weekend, and I will not be using the cake caddy.
Let's take a quick look back before I explain. What follows is a random study in our family's birthday cakes, selections highlighted purely on the basis of the fact that I happened to label the online photo albums that year so I found them quickly.
Here's a good example of a classic family birthday cake for us. Baked, frosted and served in pyrex; tasty and festooned with something special, in this case fresh strawberries. In most other cases, some class of candy or crushed cookie substance.
The fifth birthdays were particularly good, I must have been compensating for some other failure on those years:
|Just call it a giant oreo and pretend that you meant to do it all along|
Then there were the years of pie.
No, no. Wait. This is the world's cutest birthday photo:
|Pink handprints on her bald head. I die. For the record, that one was homemade.|
|cake caddy not required.|