Hi to all you lovely folks out there in Desi Momz Club, and thanks to Sandeepa and ISG for inviting me -- long ago, I admit, and I am late in coming -- not for lack of good intentions! :)
I'll just take a min. to introduce myself for those of you who don't know me. I'm Linda, age 42 (it's just a number, really!) -- resident of Massachusetts, lover of Michigan, cats, agates, cooking (particularly Indian cuisine and culture too) and proud and lucky mom to Michael, 18 (almost 19) and Meg (15). I have a food blog at Out Of The Garden.
My kids each have their issues -- Michael has Asperger's (form of autism) and Meg has juvenile (insulin-dependent) diabetes. Rather than go on and on about that, I would rather say they have both found their comfort zone in terms of handling their challenges, and I am extremely proud of them. I think having a disability has made them both better people -- they have more insight into reality than many of the "normal" adults I know ;)
Now having said that, here's a little cross-post about my guilty non-cake years. Lovely to meet you all and thanks for having me!
Following in the footsteps of fabulous cake decorators Shilpa, Archana, Hema and more, I took the plunge into cake-decorating class. Baking was never my strong suit; when my kids were small it made me keenly aware of my Jewish heritage (read: a guilt complex extraordinaire!). Growing up, my little M 'n Ms didn't know the meaning of mik-and-cookies. Cookie was a monster on Sesame Street and milk was a healthy drink that went with breakfast. They suffered through store-bought cookies or cake for class parties, and for birthdays, well -- the few times I tried cakes from mixes, they were a disaster. After a while I did manage to make cupcakes turn out ok (but not like these!) -- those were always panicked affairs iced with store-bought frosting and little finesse. Forget about gooey chocolatey goodness in marshmallow-covered brownies, fancy colored decorations on numberless Christmas cookies, and all that jazz. Yes, my kids were deprived and I feel it to this day. Thank God for their grandparents, or they'd never have had a sweet tooth at all ;) A few weeks ago my colleague decided to join a cake decorating class and asked for my company -- I agreed to go along. I was so thrilled with the outcome of my first project, I thought I'd share it. My daughter nearly fell over when she saw the cake come out of *our* oven. When she learned I was going to a class to decorate it, she asked for her *face* on the cake!!! Well, I am no da Vinci, so instead, she got her name. Not a particularly creative design, but it was conveniently portion-controlled... and I did manage to make a Cookie Monster smile on the sides.
Meg loved this 'cause she's a drama queen -- she loves her name in lights, even on a cake. Wasn't I proud when she wanted to take a piece to school and show it off to her friends -- a kid of her age. That made me smile inside and out -- not at my cake, but at my daughter's great big heart :)
And speaking of great big hearts and names in lights -- don't miss our own dear Trupti's exciting news. Congrats, Trupti! :)