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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Mothers and daughters

I have been thinking about my mom a lot lately, so much so that you would think its almost Mother's Day! Well, her birthday is just around the corner, so I do have that excuse. Regardless, she has been on my mind frequently, so I wanted to take a moment to say how grateful I am to have such a wonderful mother. She has stood beside me through thick and thin. She has loved me when most wouldn't. She has believed in me when most haven't. But most of all, she has been a pillar of strength and love whenever I've needed her, even when I didn't know I needed her. If I can be at least half the mother she has been to me, then I know I have done my best for my daughters.

There is a special bond most mothers and daughters share that cannot necessarily be explained, but exists nonetheless. And I have seen this bond first hand with my mother, with my children, and with the other mothers and daughters in my life. This bond is not tied to blood, but rather to the actions and relationships developed between woman and girl. So I ask you this, what is your definition of a mother? What does mother mean to you?

Now, I will be the first to admit that my mother is human, as am I. But to me, my mother is a super (reference to The Incredibles. If you haven't seen it, you need to). With that, I leave you with a cute picture and a lovely poem:

Mothers and Daughters

You can see it in their eyes,
in tender hugs and long good-byes,
a love that only moms and daughters know.

You can see it in their smiles,
through passing years and changing styles,
a friendship that continually seems to grow.

You can see it in their lives,
the joy each one of them derives,
in just knowing that the other one is there...

To care and to understand,
lend an ear or hold a hand,
and to celebrate the memories they share.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Have Mixer, Will Bake

I recently received the best back-to-school gift (or maybe it was a graduation gift) from my parents (yes, after all these years, my parents are still buying me back-to-school items) - a Sunbeam Mixmaster stand mixer! No, its not a Kitchenaid (those are a little too pricey at this time), but it has a lot of power, which is just what I need. You see, I jammed the beater connection on my Black & Decker hand-held mixer during my second Wilton Cake Decorating class, Flowers and Cake Design. It made it through all my previous batches of buttercream icing, but the royal icing was too much for it. And when I tried to use it with just one beater, the sound the motor made was, in a word, awful. So I made do with the icing I had left over, as well as borrowing from others (thanks BlogStarr!). My parents took pity on me (they usually do) when they found out, and this is what they sent home with me:


So, here I am, up at all hours, finishing my cakes and icing for my Tiered Cakes Class tomorrow, and I am loving my mixer. Have mixer, will bake! Any special requests?

Life's short. Eat dessert first!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Let Them Eat Cake!

This last Spring, my friend Christine (aka BlogStarr) and I started taking Wilton Cake Decorating classes at her local Hobby Lobby. We have had great fun learning a new skill and our families have enjoyed devouring the fruits of our labor. That is, when they finally got to cut into the cakes we made. You see, after spending hours putting them together, it was nice to just enjoy the finished product. Our families, of course, had other plans. They wanted to eat the cakes immediately upon our return from class each week. It isn't that they didn't appreciate the beauty of the finished product. They just wanted to enjoy the taste as well! Unfortunately for them, saying "cake" a hundred times didn't help their cause any. In fact, it pushed the inevitable cake cutting out to a later date each time the word "cake" was uttered. I enjoyed sharing my masterpieces with them, honestly, but the constant asking/reminding grew quite irritating. So, instead of letting them consume the final product, I stewed and made them wait. Looking back, I know they weren't intentionally being irritating (well, except maybe one of them). They were just showing their appreciation. You see, if they didn't really like the cakes, they wouldn't want to eat them, now would they? So in the future, I say Let Them Eat Cake! Bon Appetit!