Less-than-perfect mother cake 

Less-than-perfect mother cake 

10:30 a.m., today. Thomas is asleep and I'm eating lunch, already, because I hadn't had breakfast. I am planning the day and dinner as I chew random leftovers rolled up into a tortilla (curry chicken thigh, sauerkraut, alfalfa sprouts and hummus), when I remember. We are attending a pizza party at 4:30 to which I agreed to bring dessert. I'm not waking T up and we have to pick up Elise at 1 pm. What's a less-than-perfect mom to do? Raid the pantry!

An apple! A wrinkly, spongy apple.

A cake mix! But no vegetable oil, per the directions. But coconut oil! And cinnamon! It's on.

I peeling and sliced that apple, along with my thumb. I lined a 9" cake pan with parchment and sprinkled it with brown sugar and cinnamon.

Next, I arranged the apples in overlapping circles and then sprinkled with more cinnamon.

Then I realized I was really bleeding. Band-Aid change.

Finally, I whipped up the cake mix with the coconut oil, and added some cinnamon and nutmeg.

I baked for 30 min., then 5 min., then another 4 for good measure. Then, we had to head out to get E.

Right before our play date, I dumped the cake on a plate.

It was delicious! And our hostess had vanilla ice cream in her freezer.

So, yes, we are going to Mimi Thorisson's cooking workshop in Bordeaux. And I will do much better than this. But sometimes less-than-perfect works out just fine.