Birthdays, Angry Star Wars Birds, and Boys

It was birthday time again.  Again. My children just refuse to listen when I tell them that they aren’t allowed to get any older or bigger.  And, so, here we were.  Another year past.  More clothes and shoes outgrown and creeping farther into the land of tween boys.  Yikes!  That kid’s feet are getting huge!

A number of years ago I made the mistake, er, joyous discovery, of creating ‘special’, ‘personalized’ (*read: complicated, time consuming, and brain numbing  – yet strangely satisfying) cakes for them.  Seriously, what was I thinking?!  A box mix cake, in a casserole dish with a can of frosting and the appropriate number of candles stuck in the top is a beautiful, quick, and relaxing thing!  Really, I mean it!  And , every time I go back to that they give me the ‘look’.  You know the one.  It’s the, “gee, thanks”, “oh”, “you shouldn’t have, oh, wait, you didn’t” look.  It’s the one that says, “Mom, I like it.  I was just kinda hoping it would be something like the dragon you made that one year.”

So, when Scout came up and asked what kind of cake I was going to make and proceeded to show me sketches of ideas he had come up with I knew there was no getting out of it.  I had to make the lad a cake.  What to do, what to do?!  For some reason coming up with a theme for a tween boy was challenging.  His ideas were terrific – and incredibly detailed and complicated.  I really, really, really wanted to retain some shred of sanity when all was said and done.  Eventually I settled on Star Wars Angry Birds.  Luke Skywalker it would be!  We managed to find a decent gluten-free cake mix to boot!  Hooray!  No, I was not willing to experiment with a scratch mix at the last minute.  I’m not that crazy!

He loved it.  The only thing missing was a light saber, which I ran out of time to complete before we had to head across town to celebrate with a nice healthy dose of pizza and laser tag.  Don’t worry though, we all got to eat chunk upon chunk off the half finished weapon later that night.


Here we are, the final product.  There are definitely improvements I would make on a repeat effort but considering how long it has been since I’ve really tackled one, I’m satisfied.  More importantly, Scout thought it looked and tasted great.  I call that a success!