By MIA FREEDMAN
I am easily intimidated by fancy cakes.
Partly, I blame the internet.
Because before Pinterest etc, the only place you saw elaborate baked goods were in The Australian Women’s Weekly’s iconic birthday cake cookbooks. Remember the swimming pool? The dumptruck? The choo-choo train? The duck with the bill made from crinkle cut chips?
These books have always been hugely popular in my house. My kids have always pored over them – often with post-it notes – and fantasised about which cake they’d have for their next birthday.
This used to make me slightly tense because I knew I was not capable of making any of them. Wait, once, years ago when I was still at school myself, I made this one for my young cousin’s birthday:
After that, I gave up.
For a few years (and a few kids) I battled to produce a home-made birthday cake, even if it wasn’t in the shape of anything more exotic than a round cake tin. Smarties and hundreds and thousands were a feature. What kid doesn’t love a sprinkle?
But several months ago, when my youngest turned four, I abandoned the pretense altogether.
And so this was his birthday cake:
I bought it from Woolworths for $4.99 and as I transported it quickly home for his party the next day, I waited for the guilt to hit me.
It never did.
I felt proud about this development because for a long time, I associated home-made birthday cakes with Being A Good Mother. I didn’t judge others but I judged myself. Even using a cake-mix seemed to be cheating.
Where on earth did this bizarre Birthday Cake Parenting index come from, I wondered? Perhaps it was born from reading quotes like this that have penetrated my consciousness for decades:
Ugh. I mean, good for you Miranda.
*Cough*
But here is the thing. At this time in my life, cooking does not come naturally to me. I do not enjoy it. I am not good at it. Everyone has to make decisions about how to allocate their time and in the case of birthday cakes, I weigh up the hours (many) and stress (much) it will cost me against the potential benefit to my children which is none. Seriously, none.
I’m aware that many people derive enormous pleasure from cooking and baking. They find it creative, satisfying and even relaxing. For every person like me who is intimidated and daunted by fancy birthday cakes, there is someone who lives for it, like Jeanne Sager who wrote an interesting piece on the whole Cakezilla phenomenon last week called, provocatively, “I Love My Kid Too Much To Get Her A Store-Bought Birthday Cake”.
Ouch.
In it, she writes about how she has spent weeks combing Pinterest for the perfect cupcakes for her daughter’s birthday: “She wants pandas, and she’s going to get pandas if I have to stay up until 3 a.m. crafting cute little black and white bear cubs until my fingers bleed.”
But that’s me. Sager would be horrified – and I say this not to mock her, she’s genuinely perplexed about her extreme need to tie herself up in birthday cake knots. She writes:
“It’s a sickness that I’m not quite sure how to explain, but I’ll give it my best shot: I feel like making my kid’s birthday awesome is part of getting her childhood “right,” and that means doing things myself. I just can’t bring myself to accept the “help” of an outside baker. The very idea fills me up with dread. Last year I was sick as a dog before my daughter’s birthday, and even letting my husband make her “bring to school” cupcakes made me cry.
Call it being a cakezilla. Call it peer pressure. Call it extreme parenting. Or just call it crazy.”
She’s at pains to point out that she holds no judgement against store-bought mothers like me, “it’s about me showing my kid I love her in a way that works for me (and my neuroses)”.
Importantly, she also confesses to being hugely intimidated by fancy nurseries.
Oh shit, I can’t do that either.
So… ever bought a cake?
Top Comments
Wow so many opinions on this - I'm an in the middle mama. I'll be honest I don't like cooking that much well let me correct that I hate cleaning. I tend to not bake cakes - I'm reasonably capable at cooking sometimes other than my compulsion to experiment endlessly which either works really well or is an epic fail but the constant cleaning up after meals gets me down I have to be honest here. I also take ages to bake the cake because when I do cook, I drive myself crazy trying to find the perfect healthy recipe. I don't tend to buy packet mixes or cheap sponges because I think if I'm going to buy a cake, I may as well order it from a baker because it should theoretically be closer to homemade. As time goes on and I get better at cooking (and get more appliances that help reduce the mess from cooking!), I will bake more cakes for my little girl. But that time isn't here yet! The fact of the matter is, cooking from scratch with ingredients that are good for you is a skill and does add a lot of time on, not just the making but the cleaning etc. Not all of us have gone to cordon bleu cookery school or are experts on how to cook with organic ingredients and still make it taste good or have the money and time to do all this & clean up the big mess afterwards. We are all trying in our own way to be good parents and it is not for us to judge other parents but to all find ways to help each other be the best we can be. I'm a work in progress but I'm getting better all the time and that is surely a good role model for my daughter.
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