I am an overachiever.
I know, shocker. Right?
If I’m going to do something I do it all or nothing. I don’t half ass anything. I can’t.
This cake decorating class is important to me. I want to continue to make memories for my boys. No half-assing.
I baked a cake. It didn’t rise like expected so I baked another. The two together made a lovely cake.
I needed a filler. Pudding would be fine but not great. Homemade Bavarian Cream would work so much better. So out came the vanilla bean, the heavy cream, the utmost patience. Making pudding from scratch is a rather tedious task.
I made homemade buttercream frosting that I may as well have slathered directly to my ass.
Tonight I put the whole thing together. And it was good. Therapeutic even.
Could I do this every day, multiple times a day? Oh Hell No! But this every now and again gig? This I can do and find a smile at the end of it. A smile for me and for my boys.