Trevor is my grandson, the stepson of my younger, Paul. Trevor is all 8 year old boy, sometimes funny, sometimes a trial. He is a bundle of energy who sits still only for a movie he really likes.
Imagine my surprise when his Mom, Gina, informed me that said grandson and Paul were baking a cake for the Wolf pack Blue and Gold banquet. They were to design and bake the cake all by themselves. Last year they took a ribbon. Two in a row?
The theme was "pirates" and the man and a half rose to the challenge, putting together a treasure chest. Chocolate cake, with candy rings and necklaces, Hershey nuggets and gummy worms. Don't ask about the worms. I didn't.
"You could beat it by hand," said Gina.
"Hey, Trev, wanna do it by hand or use power tools?" queried Paul.
"POWER TOOLS!!!" cried Trevor. Big surprise. They dug out the mixer and they were off.
Yes, I did get to taste the cake. Delicious. And yes, they took another ribbon for best design.
Whooda thunk it?
Me and Gina. We knew you could do it, fellas!
it was a wonderful cake and fabulous design for them to follow. as we all know i picked the design and gave them strict directions. they did a wonderful job and trevor thought the power tool was wonderful. it was very hard for me to keep my hands out considering i love baking. great job guys. thats why i love them :)
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Nice window into your 'grandmotherly self, Marilyn' They ground us, you know!
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