Yep, you read that right, I laughed out loud after reading this post from psychobabble on how Mummy bloggers are so competitive and snarky and bitchy and well, just like gals really, that they believe their own kids shit glitter and write about all manner of other non-sisterhood related sinfulness including, get this, SUCCESS! CAREERS! et cetera. Some b*tches have book deals, and me? Jealous? Moi? Never…
I’m allowed to kid a little, it’s April Fools day after all. Yet all year round, we are all in danger of taking ourselves a little bit too seriously, and I’ve certainly seen that scene play out in mummy/mommyblogging scene. Expect a sit com, if not a screen play from me very soon.
But for me, the professional working mum that I am, sometimes it’s on the homefront where I fall foul of being a bit too ardent about my deliverables/ROI/metrics/sentiment and general corporate bluff and it’s the stuff that I should leave well alone at the doorstep, if not the dustbin. I worry about productivity and accountablity – just posh terms for getting my daughter on the loo and brushing her teeth before school and managing to get her to do homework in the evening, eat her 5 a day and be a general superstar. But, we need time for fun and laughter too don’t we?
So I had a lightbulb moment after spending last Sunday
forcing my daughter to cook having a lovely bonding session with my beautiful girl over a cooking a marble chocolate and vanilla cake. Why not cover it in glitter and stars and make it really glam? Ooh, and this could prove some kind of weird abstract point too couldn’t it?
This cake will actually make your kids sh*t glitter – but it comes at a price.
You have to bake it! And then even worse, decorate it. Thanks to Annabel Karmel for the recipe. (We made her chicken escalope and now she’s known as Kannibal Armel in our kitchen, I’m so, so, sorry but it worked at the time.)
If you think I’m nuts enough to check on whether this works, you shouldn’t be reading this!