If you have more than one child you may relate to this story.
Earlier in the week my husband and I were discussing our third child’s birthday which fell on a Wednesday. We had a rather large party (guest list around 50 pax) scheduled for the Sunday and to avoid a repeat of his big sisters double-whammy-birthday-celebrations just a month prior, I had decided that Wednesday would be business as usual. Of course we would give him our gifts in the morning and sing Happy Birthday to him, but there would be no family dinner with grandparents that night, nor cake to blow candles out on. We would save all the fanfare for the Sunday party.
Fast forward to the night before his birthday, laying in bed with my husband and he turns to me and says “So are we not doing anything for his birthday tomorrow? Is there no cake or anything?” I reply with words to the effect of “Why are you asking me this the night before his birthday, right as we are about to go to sleep?” He responds “Because I feel bad, it’s his birthday”.
Baby number one had a birthday dinner on the night of her actual birthday, complete with a practise cake iced in fondant and pretty pastel spots. She held a captive audience complete with all four grandparents and doting parents. She was in her element. She was well aware of what was going on and adored every second of the attention she was lavished on her birthday.
For some reason I kept telling myself that Beau wouldn’t know any different and that he had no clue what was going on so it didn’t matter if we didn’t do anything special on his birthday. I hate to confess that I almost forgot to wrap his presents until it was bedtime the night before. I was about to take a shower when I suddenly realised we hadn’t put together his little Mocka chair, written in his card or wrapped a thing. Bad mama right? Third child syndrome.
This baby is no less loved than my other children, oh no not at all… I just think it’s hilarious how much of a big deal we make of everything our first born does and how subsequent children kind of fall a little by the wayside in some respects.
So, I spent the afternoon of his birthday baking a cake. And this is the cake I made. I did a small 6″ for him, and made the rest into miniature loaves but usually it makes one standard 20cm sized round cake. It’s the kind of cake that needs no icing, although you’re welcome to add a smear of cream cheese icing to yours. I dusted in icing sugar, plonked a candle in and away we went with yet another rendition of Happy Birthday.
As it turned out both his Nonna and his Nan swung by after work to smother him in kisses and got to share in the singing and cake excitement. He couldn’t believe his eyes and ears when we sang, when he was handed his own whole piece of cake and screamed when I wouldn’t let him have seconds.
- 3 apples (preferably Granny Smiths)
- 1 C sugar
- 3/4 C sultanas
- 2 eggs
- 3/4 C vegetable oil (I used Rice Bran)
- 2 t vanilla extract
- 1 C walnuts, chopped roughly, but not too small
- 2 C plain flour, sifted
- 1 t cinnamon
- 1.5 t baking soda
- 1 t baking powder
- Preheat oven to 180 degrees Celsius.
- Grease and line a 20cm round cake tin. Set aside.
- Grate the apples and place all flesh and most of the juice into a bowl. Add the sugar and set aside for 10 minutes.
- Into the bowl add sultanas, eggs, oil, vanilla and walnuts and mix to combine.
- Sift in dry ingredients and mix until just combined, but no more.
- Pour mixture into prepared cake tin and place in centre of oven to bake for 1 hour. Remove when tested with a skewer which comes out clean.
- Cool on a wire rack.
- Dust with icing sugar to serve or cream cheese icing if preferred.
- The original recipe calls for 1.5 C sugar so feel free to increase if you want a sweeter cake.
- Also, I used raw sugar instead of caster, but use whatever version of sweetener you like best.