Mihija will have grown another year this week. And since I bake cakes for my daughters’ birthdays, I have to start gathering chocolate tonight. Trouble is, she is now attending school four hours away. I thought about driving the cake up to her and then heading back but wisely sought and agreed to advice from someone much saner.The resolution is to bake a filled torte with a chocolate glaze, freeze it overnight and then ship it off UPS expedited delivery. It’s a risk, but even if she receives a splunched cake, she’ll still recognize the spirit behind it and share it with her roommates anyway.
I miss my first-born and won’t see her on her birthday for the first time in 20 years. I hope the cake serves as a suitable facsimile representation that lets her know I'm thinking about her. She’s not expecting it, I’m sure, so at the very least I will be able to surprise her.
posted by Champurrado at 1:05 PM
17 Comments:
She might not be expecting it, but I bet she's more than a little sad about her first birthday without your cake. What a nice surprise. Why do you think they're called "care" packages. Actually, they should be called "Yearning Parental Love and Cosseting" packages. And she'll be happy to get it. I bet she doesn't even share.
Four hours isn't that far. I drive that every other weekend or so to spend time with my bf (and he does the same in reverse). I'd drive it up and not miss her bday if it were me.
Stay overnight and drive back the next day.
Foil: Hopefully, she's going to share. G helped crack eggs and measure sugar and such - maybe one of them will find an interest in baking. It's all coordinated - it's in the deep freeze now until i get home tonight. Then it's off to Fed-X to make the latest pickup so it stays frozen until it arrives - hopefully.
Prom: Yes, I really wanted to make the drive but scheduling would have required me to meet her at a hockey rink somewhere in either Connecticut or Mass. (All away games this weekend) and then turn right around and be back here in order to get Mihijita to another weekend hockey tournament in the Maryland/DC area on Saturday and Sunday.
Where's the hockey tournament in the MD/DC area?* Maybe you could bring some cake so that a hungry superheroine here could benefit for the food for the soul she's been lusting after for a long time (don't worry, I won't bring chocolate sauce). Just to know that you are in the vicinity will make me hungrier.
*Nosy me. Of course, make up a fictional arena.
FOIL is not too fond of my father -- but I have to relate, my first birthday in college he drove up with my sister and two of my very best friends from high school and rented us rooms in a motel so we could all spend my birthday together. It was about a 3 1/2 hour drive one-way. It's one of my neater memories.
Foil, Innanna:
Thanks, I had a very close call with the cake. Left it in freezer until last minute then went to local UPS/Fedx store to send tonight. There was a big line and when I got to the front and told the guy behind the counter what was in the box he crossed his arms and said, I'm not sending a cake." I started pleading, telling him I'd been making cakes for my daughter's b-day for 19 years now, this was her first year away from home, that I froze the damn thing so it would be more durable, etc. He said, "Oh, especially if it's frozen." The people in the line were by this time going, "Ohhhhhhh" and they were clearly on my side. I begged the guy, told him I would never hold him responsible if it got crushed, and everyone in the line was chirping in how unfair it was for this guy to say no.
Bottom line, the cake got sent. With any luck, it arrives by 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.
Close one.
The picture made me drool...my father has always made sure that i too have had a cake for every birthday, it;s those things that your daughter will always remember.
Just found your blog. I love to cook too so I'll be back to read thru the archives.
Ms. Almighty: Sorry I made you slobber - not intended. All the same, this torte could be yours with a ridiculously simple recipe from the Cake Bible.
Billies: Hey, thanks for stopping by. I look forward to trading rellenos recipes!
So: cake arrived safe and sound? Tu hija and her friends are well fed and plumper?
Foil:
Fedx tracking says it's on the truck destined for campus. Keeping my fingers crossed.
The "cake bible" this sounds like something every woman should live by.
This is a nail-biter! Be sure to let us know when the cake arrives and when she eats it, too!
i don't know what the big deal about mailing a cake is. my mom used to mail baked goods from germany all the time.
Bewtween your posts and the reality that the rest of the world can get quality chocolate in a cup at a salon de thea or cafe I am inspired to DO SEOMTHING to make our community better. If everyone could have chocolate on a regular basis like the chocolate that you make or the hot chocolate at Angelinaś (see photo on my blog) or Fouquets or Frattiniś in Barcelona our world would be a better place.
A spòon will practically sit up right in these cups of hot chocolate. It is rocket fuel for the mind and heart...if the Fed Ex guys were served this stuff on a regular basis I am confident that their productivity would increase by 200 percent. Cant wait to hear if it all works out but then its always fun to know that absence makes the heart grow fonder and the lnger the anticipation the more enjoyment.
DD: I lived in Barcelona for a year. I remember that hot chocolate. Innana calls the hot chocolate that I make in that manner "pudding" rather than hot chocolate (she is wrong). Everyone should have chocolate.
Champ: Did Tu Hija get her cake? Does she like it? Does she feel loved? (I am assuming an affirmative answer to all of the above.)
Thanks all for staying on the edge of your seats. Mihija got the cake this morning from Mail Services at her school. She brought it to a diner along with her roommates and had a small luncheon/party. She said although a little dry (well, it sat in a mailroom for four days after thawing out from being frozen - what do you want...) it was tasty and everybody had a piece. The running joke in the family is that everybody elses cake always turns out nicer than hers. I've baked identical cakes for different daughters and Mihija's never fails to lose a step. Anyway, quality aside, I'm glad someone ate cake.
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