Leading up to Miss G.’s first birthday I was filled with excitement. I couldn’t wait to celebrate her very special day, spoil her with presents, watch her eat cake and have fun completely oblivious to the reason behind all of the fuss.
With a few days until her birthday celebrations began I was feeling particularly organised.
Presents were wrapped.
Play dates were scheduled.
Cupcakes were baked.
And we had even decorated the house with pink balloons and streamers.
Feeling smug, I tucked Grace into bed, poured a glass of wine and decided to have a quick flick through Pinterest for a little extra birthday inspiration.
Two hours and hundreds of pins later I quite clearly had fallen down the rabbit hole.
Mesmerised by the plethora of unbelievably beautiful birthday snaps my sense of organised smugness quickly disappeared.
Dazed and confused the need to bake a last minute birthday cake seem imperative.
And not just any old birthday cake.
A four layered, white chocolate, flag and sprinkle adorned monstrosity.
Reading through the ‘simple’ recipe I thought oh wow compared to the other birthday cake monsters (yes I am talking to you Ariel the life sized little mermaid cake) this looks wonderfully easy.
I told myself I’ll get started first thing in the morning and will have it banged out by 10am.
Off to bed I went with not a care in the world.
Stumbling around the kitchen in the fresh light of day with an almost one year old playing at my feet it became abundantly clear I had bitten off more than I could bake.
Whilst lining the four cake pans (that took me an hour to find mind you) I began to curse pinterest and the crack pots who peddled this ridiculous birthday propaganda.
Not one to quit however I decided to continue on and by the grace of god somehow managed to bake the cakes.
And whilst staring at the four vanilla specked and quite frankly very ordinary looking cakes nestled on my kitchen bench I did a quick time check.
I was already 4 hours behind schedule.
Completely overwhelmed by the everest task ahead of me I began to cry.
The tears continued to flow as I stared at the mammoth mess my kitchen had become and the four lonely yet to be iced cakes before me.
To be perfectly honest the rest of the afternoon is a complete blur.
The only vague moments of recollection I do have are snippets of a hubby pep talk, throwing sprinkles at the cake and the gorgeous words of encouragement from the beautiful people of instagram.
When I finally came to and witnessed the pink cakey creation nestled in my refrigerator I did feel the slightest pang of pride.
A tired pang but it was there nonetheless.
I had done it.
Seeing Grace enjoy her birthday cake did feel wonderful.
It was a beautiful mummy moment but will I be doing the same next year?
Oh hell no.
I’d much prefer to stick to my simple, fuss free baking and enjoy extra play time with my lovely little girl.
So the recipe I’m sharing with you today isn’t the mammoth, flag adorned, stress inducing birthday cake but the simple, gorgeous, beautiful, easy peasy beautiful ballerina birthday cupcakes.
These little babies are a delight to bake and a joy to eat and I encourage you to make them.
No ridiculous birthday propaganda here.
To create your own batch of beautiful ballerina birthday cupcakes simply…