I’ve been at this parenting gig long enough to know that some birthdays are harder to take than others. Oh, the wee one turning two is one of those. One of those that turns you into a big heap of weepy nostalgia. I spent a good part of yesterday morning going through my daily chores of watering, laundry, and catching up on design work in my weepy state, thinking I’d never get it together to make a cake. Remember when she was such a tiny little thing? After my second cup of coffee and a good walk through the garden I pulled out The Village Baker’s Wife and got inspired. (If you are looking for a new baking cookbook, hands down that is my very favorite!)
She wrote in the book that the only white cake they make at their bakery is a vanilla genoise cake. I’d never made a genoise before and it’s so different from anything I’ve made before. You warm the sugar & eggs and then whisk away until tripled in volume. (and if you happen to be making this for a very sweet little girl, add a dash of pink food coloring)
As the cake baked, weepiness set back in and instead of scrubbing the bathroom, I made this tiny little banner to put as a cake topping. I’m thinking a whipped cream frosting and maybe strawberries between layers.
Since the wee one is too wee to vocalize wanting a party (instead at any mention of birthday or cake or ‘two’ she says ‘happy to you!’), we’re taking her with us to The National Heirloom Exposition. Because what two year old doesn’t want to run amok at an agricultural festival? I’ll bring my camera and tell you all about it when we get home.