The Incredible Exploding Birthday Cake
Last Thursday was my birthday (37). As a fellow Scorpio, my daughter understands very well how much attention my birthday demands. I might beat around the bush, but in reality, I want non-stop well wishes and special treats. Apparently, Dyl decided she'd accomodate my "special needs" with some baking. On Wednesday afternoon, I received the following text:
"Just so I have the recepi how do you make marsh mellow frosting"
"p.s. do we have normal white sugar?"
I texted her my recipe (just so she'd have it), and then responded to a series of urgent questions for the next hour. This one was slightly concerning:
"What does 1-3/4 mean and what does 1-1/2 mean and 1/2 and 3/4?"
Also this one:
"Is baking soda the same thing as baking powder?"
About an hour later, I received a phone call. It was Dylan, crying HYSTERICALLY. The cake had exploded. Instead of 1-1/2 teaspoons of baking soda, she used one cup plus one teaspoon. Also some baking powder. And powdered sugar instead of regular. My poor au pair had tried to help as best she could, but I think everything must be measured differently (with different names) in Brazil. And Dylan was in WAY over her head. I managed to calm her down with a story from MY childhood.
When I was about her age, I was raking leaves with my parents in the backyard and we got in a fight over something or other. I stormed into the house and decided to get out my stress by baking brownies. Instead of 1/4 teaspoon of salt, I used 1/4 cup. Like mother like daughter, I suppose.
Happy November everyone!