tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307444.post111594107779727047..comments2023-09-05T04:24:51.022-04:00Comments on size ate.: motherhood + self-promotionmargauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03226021037018163535noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12307444.post-1116557284200364322005-05-19T22:48:00.000-04:002005-05-19T22:48:00.000-04:00First of all, buttercream icing recipe would be mu...First of all, buttercream icing recipe would be much appreciated. Molly's cake, by the way, was a big Elmo head, red and furry-looking thanks to sliced up swedish fishes. Which Molly's daddy Simon sliced BY HAND, and those suckers are sticky inside (must be the MINERAL OIL). For the icing I just followed Bittman and it was sort of runny and cakey at the same time, and in an attempt to get just the right Elmo color I churned out something akin to salmon spread. But no matter--the whole thing was a photo opportunity and her face lights up the world anyway (and she prefered watermelon to the cake, never to happen again). <BR/><BR/>Secondly thank you for your thoughts about mothering. I was sad to read on and find that your mom is gone to breast ca, which is terrible and I'm so sad about that. She sounds like she was, among other things, a lot of fun. Being in charge of another human being is too much, often, especially in the middle of the night or at 4:30 in the afternoon in the dead of winter without TV. Or running home from work with your boobs about to explode for want of nursing. Even though your nurser has teeth. But here's how it works: I just don't live in the same world I did before she was born. It's almost that simple--it's like a different planet that looks like the old earth, but version 2. So there's no longing or remembering or trying to get out of it because that wormhole is closed, closed, closed. The only thing is that I brought with me all the survival skills I started trying to learn over on the old planet, like humor and grace and self love and all that. <BR/><BR/><BR/>By the way I loathed Elmo in my past life. He couldn't hold a candle to Ernie or Bert. Now I'm putting him on pastry. <BR/><BR/>Good luck on Saturday. <BR/>JAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com