Is anybody out there? People keep talking about ‘winding down’ for Christmas but everyone I know is winding up. Like, UP UP. Hectic mad crazy busy. We’re certainly planning no snoozing around here. But before we talk about that, let’s get stuck into our weekly Open Post where we give you a sneak peak into what’s going on behind the scenes at Mamamia this week and you talk about anything you want. Anything at all. What’s on your mind (OMM = “On My Mind’). Maybe just a vent or sharing something you think or feel or that you’ve noticed or need some help with.
Along with Friday’s Best & Worst of the week post, this mid-week regular is our most community minded post and one of our most popular (maybe because we all get to talk about ourselves!).
I had a lovely weekend – the highlight of which was a BBQ with our close friends Paula Joye, her husband Saxon and all our kids. We have a new BBQ so we had them over to ours and I was in charge of making dessert (they brought the meat and sangers).
“I’m making a chocolate cake” I announced to Jason on Saturday morning because that’s what I felt like eating for dessert and I’m selfish like that. Also, I used to be one mean baker. Really, I did.
Jason cocked his head and I could see him choosing his words carefully. “Babe, are you sure?” he ventured. “You know how much they love good food and the last time you made it, it didn’t go so well.”
The ‘last time’ was for Coco’s birthday a few weeks ago and yes, it was a little overcooked – and I’d had to subsitute drinking chocolate for Cocoa because we had none and that made it a bit sickly sweet. And yet, I was undeterred.
A bad chocolate cake is still a chocolate cake.
“No” I said stubbornly. “I’m making it”.
And I did.
Except I had to go out so I set the timer on the oven and asked Jason to check it when it went off. He was so concerned about the overcooking part, he whipped it out too early. But we didn’t know this yet.
I made my famous chocolate icing and we conscripted all the kids to ice it.
This is the result:
My view is that there is no such thing as too much icing. The cake is an afterthought really.
I thought I should show you the cake because people sometimes wonder if it’s intimidating being friends with someone like Paula who is so good at so many Martha Stewart-type things – fashion, decorating, styling, cooking (among all the other things she’s good at).
The answer is no. Never have I once felt worried about serving her a lop-sided raw cake. She has the rare knack of making you feel very clever, no matter how lame your efforts.
The other fun part about this BBQ is a certain fashion challenge she set for us (which you can read about on her site here) which sent me into a momentary panic but ended up being a hoot. It really doesn’t take a lot to float our boats on a Saturday night anymore. Sound familiar?