In my brain, there is a cycle that goes like this:
“Oh shit. I’m feeding the kids nothing but processed food for breakfast. I’m a monster. I’d better fix that.”
For next 2-3 weeks: “Everything is made from scratch. I rock. The kids seem smarter already.”
You know - the ones that are so overripe they make your teeth hurt. Or, maybe your toddler insisted on having an entire banana, took a nano-bite and decided “DONE!”
Here’s an idea.
When Sweetpea told me she wanted a Peppa Pig cake for her birthday, I immediately wondered if a cake pan could do all the work for me. A quick check on Amazon yielded nada. So then the next stop, of course, was Pinterest.
Shite.
Everything I was finding was with fondant, and I didn’t know shizzle about working with it. As far as I was concerned, that was for other people, like the Perfect Pinterest Fairies. Not me.
