So Easter Sunday was special for two reasons in my family this year. One, the “obvious”, the Resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And the other? My mom turned 75! In the last 75 years, this has happened only twice: 2012, and five years earlier, in 2007, on her 70th birthday. Big birthdays on the biggest day of the year. And both times, we had one big old party. For reals, player. When the Hester family parties, we party hard, especially when we have such a good reason as celebrating the life of the woman who bore us and raised us.
The party itself was at two o’clock on Easter Sunday. For my sister and I, however, the preparations started a couple of months ago, when we started thinking about the cake. Now, I don’t want to brag or anything, but we do make some pretty awesome cakes. At least they look awesome. Truth be told, as of yet, neither of us is in love with the tastes, but we’re working on it. Anyways, back to the cake. She (my mom)
is more than just a little obsessed likes Angry Birds. Ever since she got her iPhone last year, she has beaten all of the original game, all of Angry Birds Seasons (so far), all of the Advent Calendar (which until she told me about it, I didn’t even know existed, so yeah, I’m learning about hot new games from my septuagenarian mom), and is currently working on Angry Birds Space. At one point in the Fall, she told my niece and I that she “needed” to buy Angry Birds, because, after having beaten all of the free levels, she wanted to have “deeper experiences with the birds.” For Christmas, my dad bought her a giant stuffed red Angry Bird, which they then proceeded to use on their Christmas card (signing it from Mary Ann, Dick, and Angry Bird Hester). Naturally, after all of that, my sister’s mind automatically went to an Angry Birds cake.
Fast forward to this past week and we hadn’t actually gotten around to doing anything on it. No planning, no shopping for supplies, no anything. On Good Friday, exhausted from Easter preparations and a lack of food, we finally decided that we had
procrastinated thought about it long enough and it was time for some action. Yes, that’s right. We decide to bake a giant cake and surround ourselves with frosting on a day of fasting. We finally got down to work sometime around 11:00 that night. Of course, because this is us, and because half most of the fun of doing a cake is the chit chat and the music, we were “working” on it until 4:15 in the morning. That was, sadly for us, only phase one. We got to get up a few hours later, go dress shopping, shoe shopping, dye the eggs, clean our respective homes, and…start the rest of the cake that night. We were only up until 1:something this time; with the cake that is. Of course there were other things we needed to do afterwards. The work of a mother (and a daughter) is never done, right?
Despite (or perhaps because of) the lack of sleep that went into it, the cake was amazing. We even broadened our repertoire by using fondant to cover molded Rice Crispies treats, making them look like two of the birds and one of the pigs.
Feeling all professional-like at that point, we went all out and did the whole shell border around the base that we rarely waste time on unless we’ve made a serious mistake on the edge of the cake. Suffice it to say, we turned this cake out. The best part though? It made mom smile. She really liked it, and was seriously happy that we had made her one of our cakes (usually reserved for the kids).
Between the cake and the dancing and the food and the family, I must say, we had fun. Not in the traditional let’s-gorge-ourselves-on-candy-and-lamb-and-ham-until-we-pass-out-from-food-overload-because-Jesus-Is-Risen kind of way, but fun nonetheless. And that’s how you celebrate you mom. At least, it’s how we celebrate our mom. What you do with your mom is up to you. And her. Definitely up to her somewhat too. Now go play Angry Birds, so you too can have some “deeper experiences.”