A Caterpillar Cake

I mentioned that I was attempting to make the cake for Sacha's birthday alone.  I can make a tasty cake, but decorating a cake...not so much.

Sacha wanted a caterpillar cake.  Like the yellow and black fuzzy caterpillars that are common this time of year.  So this is what I made:



I baked the cakes in glass Pyrex bowls. The entire cake took 3 boxes of cake mix (I copped out there. I couldn't fathom making scratch cakes AND decorating them). I then made pudding whipped topping rather than icing, using 2 cups of whipping cream and 1 package of instant pudding. I then coated the cakes with yellow-dyed coconut flakes and shredded chocolate to make the cake look fuzzy. Then skittles for the eyes and mouth, pipe-cleaners for the antenna.



If I would have had more time, I would have decorated the cardboard base with green and brown, to make it look like grass. However, being pressed for time, since the whipped topping needs to be made the day of the party, I copped out there, too.

But the birthday boy didn't seem to notice.



Sacha and his friend Jakob thought it was fantastic.

And I feel a bit more domestic having bitten the bullet and done it myself.  Super-Sarah to the Rescue!

Where does supper come from?

Last night, Sacha asked me the typical 5:00 pm question: "Whatchyoo goin' make for us supper?"

"BBQ chicken, rice and caesar salad," I replied.

"I think we need have pizza," Sacha piped up.

"We don't have any ingredients to make pizza, kiddo," I said, thinking that would be the end of this conversation.

Until Sacha smirked:

"No, but Dominoes does!"

My blog is dead. Now I can live again.

I recently received an e-mail from a blogger asking me if I was alright, as I have been notably absent from the blogosphere for, oh, 3 months.  I then realized that I have not been getting comments anymore, particularly on a post on UE that I posted about 2 years ago and has received in the thousands of hits, and the comments were creeping into the hundreds when I finally disabled comments.  And I didn't care in the slightest.

This single post boosted my traffic immensely, but it also frustrated me to no end because everyone suddenly felt like I was the expert on getting out of UE contracts, which I am not.  It was also the brunt of harsh e-mails from people who stumbled on it and felt like I had slandered the company.  Now I that I am free of UE, I don't want to speak of it ever again.  That is why I am not even linking back to that post in this one.

The other reason I have been away is that I have been busy living my real life, which is an exhausting/exhilerating life raising 2 boys under the age of 3.  Sacha will be 3 next week and I am attempting, for the first time to make a decorative cake.  I usually ask my aunt, who is a professional decorator, to do the cakes.  This time, however, I am trying to be the superhero myself.  We shall see.  I have also been knitting up a storm, knotting my needles into a sweater for Sacha, featuring a hydraulic digger on the front.  Knitting maniacally trying to finish it in time for his birthday (I finished it on Wednesday night).

Then, on top of that, I just couldn't be bothered to be online anymore, other than Googling myself (I'm a narcicist like that) and cyber-stalking Jon and Kate and their ridiculously public, and most-likely, child therapy-inducing divorce.

But this e-mail to check in on me shed some new light on my internet existence.  Now that no one is really paying attention anymore, I am really free to write.  Those who honestly loved my blog for its own quirky state of being will still read it.  No matter what I write.  Whenever I want.

So this is now the beginning of my new cyber-life.  Mrs. Mustard has left the building.  Now it's just Sarah.