Baking cake for a living is great. That being said, there are some instances that, if I'm being but brutally honest, are awkward about being a baker:
1. Going to a party where someone else has baked a cake and being asked what I think. I'll always say it's good, just so you know.
2. Going to a party where the host serves a cheap shop bought cake and expresses their embarrassment. I'll always say it's good, just so you know.
3. Going to a party where I have been asked to bake the cake. I feel kind of shy arriving with the cake, super shy when the cake is presented to the birthday boy/girl, under pressure to perform when I am asked to slice the cake, I want to be temporarily invisible when people eat the cake and make loud deliberate, "mmmmm!"/"oh, yum!" noises and I want to hide when people feel obliged to tell me that the cake was good.
In a normal bakery situation the cake is presented to the lucky recipient, I anticipate a reaction followed by a reaction. Goodbyes are exchanged. The cake gallops into the sunset, never to be seen again. Simple.
The only exception is a kid's party. Kids eat the cake and say it like it is. Simple. This week I was invited to my friend Pema's 8th birthday party at Jump Zone and teamed with my friend Marion (Pema's mom) to create Pema's dream cake.
I may have been the only adult on the dodgeball team but my skill level was that of my 8-year-old teammates |
Strategizing with the team... |
I can highly recommend squeezing into a bib and being a big kid at the child's party |
After the jumping really earned us an appetite, we got pizza and cake! Those kids loved the cake, especially Pema. Marion earned the right to be proud of her work. |
Photos by Marion Agogue
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Dublin 6w, Ireland
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