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Rapunzel's Tower (or: Cakes That Make Memories)

4/25/2014

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Tangled was last year's Frozen in our household, even though Stacey was just 3.  It was one of her first movies, and she fell in love with Rapunzel, just like all the other little girls that saw it.  It didn't seem to have quite the marketing power behind it like Frozen does this year, but it is a total delight to watch.  [Related: Did you hear the theory that these Disney movies are in cahoots?  That sure does look like Rapunzel's haircut!]  [Also related:  Why does everything circle back to Frozen for me these days??]

Anyway, when Stacey turned four last June, I had been baking cakes semi-seriously for a couple years at that point, and I was feeling ready to tackle something pretty big for her birthday.  Four is still a bit early to be forming long-term memories, but I felt like a big, fun cake might start to build the foundation for the memories yet to be created in her childhood and beyond.

I have a flashbulb memory about a cake that my mom made when I was little (and thanks to Psych 101, I also have a flashbulb memory of learning about flashbulb memory).  Since my brother and I share summer birthdays, my mom had the brilliant idea one year for us to have a shared birthday party.  We must have been turning 6 and 8, or right around that age.  I don't remember being terribly thrilled about sharing a birthday party with my brother, but I do remember understanding that a shared birthday party meant a bigger, better party than I ever would have gotten on my own.

This party was at a skating rink in San Antonio, where we lived at the time.  It was the early 80s, the heyday of roller rinks.  This was a Big Deal to me.

And the cake.  Oh, the glorious cake.  Our mom made us an alligator cake, cut out of rectangular sheet cakes, piped with millions of tiny green stars with what must have been Wilton's 16 star tip.  And he had candy corn teeth.  I wanted those teeth most of all, but I don't think I got a piece with those candy corn teeth.

I wish I had a picture of that cake.  I wonder what it would look like in comparison with the picture in my memory.

But back to where I was going with this, don't we all have memories and pictures of ourselves with our cakes?  Pictures of our tiny, adorable toddler selves with our earliest birthday cakes, pictures of our painfully awkward teenage selves with our first boy-girl birthday cakes, pictures of our (nearly) grown-up selves with our wedding cakes, pictures of our gracefully aging selves with all those birthday cakes that span the decades of our lives?

Cakes help us mark our milestones.  And cakes that are made and served with love are the best kind of cakes in the world.

I truly adore making cakes for friends and family, and I feel strangely honored and humbled when one of my cakes gets to be a part of a special celebration, because I feel like the cake is an integral, intimate piece of the day.  I have always felt like this, even before I started this semi-serious baking hobby. 

Before Jennifer Julie Cakes existed, my cakes (like so many people's) were simple Duncan Hines affairs, straight from a box mix and a can of whipped frosting. 

I remember baking Stacey's 1st birthday cake ON her birthday.  It was a Friday night, and we had invited Andrew's folks to dinner to celebrate her birthday (or, in my mind, to celebrate our new little family surviving that first year).  I hadn't had the wherewithal to bake ahead of time, so after a stressful Friday at work, we rolled into the house at 6pm, and I threw a Duncan Hines cake in the oven. 

But even though it was late, and even though I had company waiting, I was bound and determined to bake her first birthday cake.  I wasn't about to give up that privilege just because I had had a long week.

I barely had time to let the cake cool before it was time to eat, so I plastered on a can of frosting (and sadly watched it melt around the sides of a cake still warm from the oven), and scribbled on Happy Birthday with one of those gel icing tubes.  Look at that blobby B from where there was a bubble in the icing tube!

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I had tears in my eyes from exhaustion and embarrassment and frustration at not having had the time to bake a proper cake to celebrate my baby's biggest milestone to date.

But after I pulled myself together, that's when the magic took over.

As it turns out, it didn't matter.

It was my girl's first birthday, and she was having her first taste of cake.  Cake that I had made.  We had all survived that first year, and we were all going to be just fine.
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That was a turning point in my cake-baking hobby.  Over the next few years, my visits to Pinterest and Google and Youtube increased as I grew more and more interested in improving my cakes.

For her second birthday, Stacey requested a pink piggy cake.  Here he his, with his little ear falling off and being supported by toothpicks:
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By the time her third birthday rolled around, I had been dabbling even more, and had introduced myself to fondant.  And Stacey had grown into Sesame Street, and developed a fondness for Abby Cadabby and her pink and purple hair:
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Even though she had a little sister by that time, I remember that third birthday as the first day I looked at my baby and saw a little girl.
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Those first three birthday cakes were the stepping stones that led me to construct a tower out of sugar and place a plastic doll inside it.  Just because I could.  And just because she loved Rapunzel.
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As parents, we all love our kids, and we all want to do right by them.  But we can't do it all, so we pick and choose the things we CAN do, and we hope that some of those things stick in our kids' memories along the way.

Some of us sew our kids Halloween costumes.  Some of us read favorite books ad nauseam.  Some of us spring for live princess actresses to come to our kids' birthday parties.  Some of us build our kids treehouses.  Some of us hand-paint furniture for our kids' rooms.  Some of us pick the nicest present we can afford.  And some of us make our kids cakes.
6 Comments
Dad & Granddad
4/24/2014 01:29:14 pm

WOW!!!!!!!!!

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Dina link
4/24/2014 09:52:16 pm

Well...you are amazing and now I'm crying. What lucky girls! And lucky everyone else who gets to share in your talent at their life events. Love you and so happy you're blogging!

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Jen
4/25/2014 04:43:17 am

Aw Dina, that is so nice of you to say! And thank YOU for blazing the trail for those of us so late to the blog party ;)

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Christine
4/24/2014 10:29:31 pm

Jen, this is beautiful! I am so in awe of you and your amazing talent!

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jenaroo
4/30/2014 02:43:45 pm

tears my friend. tears. really a lovely post, from the heart and I loved all of your cakes. They are all perfection, even the red and white bubble-'B' cake. I heart you.

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Monty link
11/28/2020 03:24:40 am

Intereesting read

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    Baker and caker, mom and wife, ex-pat from the corporate world, I love turning butter and sugar into memory-making cakes.

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