DH left his lunch on the counter. When he asked if I would bring it to him, I said sure. Then I came up with the idea to have a surprise picnic. Placing his lunch bag in the refrigerator, I concocted a nice picnic surprise. Taking care to cook close to his lunch time, which for us is dinner time, everyone had their meal in a nice Ziploc plastic container. With that done, I decide to bake a cake. Well, if you know me, I don't like to cook (but I have to) and I definitely don't bake. Since I had a cake mix, I decided to do it. This would be my first cake. The only other cake I made, DH actually coached me through it all. I was really kind of nervous. I wanted it to be perfect. I followed the directions carefully. Being paranoid about mixing the cake, I mixed it for three minutes instead of the recommended two minutes. Then the baking of the cake. I put the timer on the oven and turn the light on. Since I was baking cream of mushroom chicken, I put the cake pans on the top right (just in case). The toothpick test was done the first time, and it came out brown with goo. OH! NO! I just knew I was in for disaster. The second time though it was clean. Taking it out, I let it cool. My heart starting throbbing. Is it right? Does it look right? I couldn't tell. After turning it over on the plate, I realized I hadn't let it cool all the way. Scared again, I just knew I was in for failure. But, things quickly turned around when I started putting the frosting on it. It actually looked like a cake. The soccer pro even helped put the sprinkles on, while the princess decided it was easier to stick both hands into the frosting container and lick herself clean. Feeling really proud of myself, I proceeded to pack the ice cream, sweet tea, utensils, and baby food. Then it hit me. How am I going to transport the cake? Paranoid, I called my mom (which is nothing new.) We brainstormed and brainstormed. Punch bowl...nope. I really need to purchasing cooking supplies, ie. cake cover, bigger punch bowl...Brainstorm again... flat deep pan...nope...box YES!!!! I had actually bought some boxes to organize my clutter filled office (I need Clean House). It worked perfectly. Packing up the crew, we headed to Comcast in Madison. After picking him up, we headed to Strawberry Park. Before we could get there, the princess kept saying cake cake cake. It's a good thing she knows how to talk, but she is so honest. I also learned that he had figured it out that it was a cake I had made. I told him I bought it. He told me he could smell it. If it was store bought you can't smell it. UMMM...I didn't know that. Anyway, it turned out to be a wonderful surprise. We told him it was his appreciation picnic. He went back to work happy and full from our love and my first cake.
2 comments:
That is the sweetest thing ever! I bet the rest of his work day just flew by after such a sweet picnic. Way to go on baking that cake.... I bet it was even yummier than it looked and it REALLY looked yummy.
That's so sweet, and your cake looks divine! Good job. :)
(love the pic of your little girl, by the way. what a sweetheart!)
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