It is a bit homely but here is my first attempt at decorating a cake. A few weeks ago I saw a cake decorating class in the county recreation guide and figured it was a mature but unnecessary skill to insert between baking and eating. As as a parent, however, it is important to demonstrate occasional maturity. I felt obligated to sign up. I did it for the children.
The class follows the Wilton School of Chicago decorating techniques. I think the name has the whiff of the Chicago School of economics and Princeton’s Woodrow Wilson School, and admission could not be easier — $80 and supplies.
When I was looking into graduate schools, Princeton’s application was so intimidating that I did not apply — I vaguely recall essay questions that only Kissinger could answer satifactorily (”Describe the successes and challenges you faced using shuttle diplomacy to pursue peace in the Middle East”). Henry probably never made a cake for anyone and history has probably suffered for it. For that matter, I doubt that his chief critic has baked anyone a cake and that is probably a good thing since who knows what it would look like. Mother Teresa would not have appreciated a cake from Christopher Hitchens anyway.
In any case, the Wilton School sounds prestigious enough for a resume. I think I could sneak it in between project management and strategic planning experience and no one would be the wiser. And if we get sent to some remote military base, which skill of the three would be the most helpful? As Laura Dempsey mentioned in a recent opinion column in the Washington Post, the unemployment rate of military wives is four times higher than the national average. And who knows what that employment really looks like — a lot of dogwalking services, teacher’s aides, Navy Exchange cashiers. All on one resume. So why not cake decorating?
Elysia came home today. When Citrus woke up from her nap and I told her Mommy was going to be home very soon, she excitedly asked “Mommy is coming home and she is going to have cake with me?!” The best things, together again.
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