That is no time to make a cake.
That is no time to try to craft something out of delicate, easily broken gumpaste.
That is in NO way time to craft something out of gumpaste with your two year old son standing on a chair next to you.
There are no pictures of the beginnings of a beautiful gumpaste bow to top my Christmas tree cake today. No, no pictures, dear reader, because gumpaste, although a paste, is not a good substitute for toothpaste. And somehow, my son, love of my life, thought it was important to learn that lesson first hand.
He ate it.
He ate it all. And what he didn't eat, he licked, or spat on or chewed or otherwise mutilated.
|The Gumpaste Eater|
So, tomorrow I'll be at the store buying another pound of that million dollar stuff, but tonight, I've just got to ignore that defeating to-do list and laugh at the memory of my son looking up at me with yellow, blue and red gumpaste clinging to his chin and saying, "I love you, Mommy!"