Considering I’ve made birthday cakes for most people in the neighborhood, there was no question I would make one for my mom’s. Never mind that I was moving into the city that very same weekend so between cake-making and decorating, I’d also have to pack all of my stuff. Then my delusional brain decided it was a great idea to make two cakes so there would be enough for everyone at the party. Because I can’t seem to keep it simple these days.
I’m proud to say, there were no tears shed over these cakes either, and they took a lot less time to decorate. I might actually be improving!
The packing and moving, however, were much less exciting. I decided best way to repay the guys helping me move was to provide beer and baked goods. Since I had almost no time to make another dessert, I used the leftover scraps from the birthday cake to make gigantic (manly?) cake pops with berry jam and rum and chocolate ganache. Who wouldn’t want to help a girl move with a reward like that?
(Though they look like raw meatballs, they are in fact much tastier and won’t give you e. Coli).