abah’s birthday

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Let me be honest. I’m writing this one out of procrastination from revising diuretics. Hm writing that sentence, I reckon completing my Community Health assignment would be a more productive way to procrastinate. But ssokay 🙈 My dad’s birthday is on the 4th of February, but I’d be in school then. So we (fine, I) decided to celebrate his birthday the Friday before the actual day hehe.

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I wanted to bake him a cake but I hadn’t been baking for a lonngg time. And abah being a very picky dessert eater was not helping at all. The only desserts that he’d eat everyday are fruits. All kind of fruits. I grew up liking fruits because that were basically the only desserts we had at home.

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I was nervous to say the least! One of the reasons being the last time I baked him his birthday cake, my nephew accidentally drop the cake onto the floor when he was transferring the cake onto the rotating stand for frosting 😹 I cannot make that story up man hahaha!

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I’ve said it soo many times before and I’ll say it again. Baking is very therapeutic! I used to tell my ex about this theory that the deliciousness, the fluffiness, and the prettiness (😹) of my bakes are directly proportional to how stressed I am with life when baking them. I guess the more stressed out I get, the more focus and meticulous I get with the steps and ingredients.

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I haven’t frosted a cake for soo long that I forget how satisfying it is. It looks scary, but it’s actually pretty easy. It requires a steady hand and patience ofc but practice makes the frosting looks better. And tbh whatever it is that you prepare, if you put lots of love in it — it pretty much will cover any mishaps. Because I believe at the end of the day, no matter how awful the bakes are, we can always appreciate and laugh (lovingly) 😂 at the effort made.

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And tadaaa!! Here’s the result. I’m so relieved that the cake turned out well. I imagined all of the worst case scenarios throughout making it – undermixed meringue, the cake won’t rise, the cake won’t turn light and airy, accidentally put too much colouring onto the cream, the cream and frosting won’t turn out silky (or worst, lumpy!). Okay I think you can feel the anxiety and fear that happened in my mind then hehehe.

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Mum insisted that we leave some for Maryam (baby niece), but when I asked my eldest sister a week later, she said they didn’t manage to save any for her hahaha. That makes me grin so hard. Okay my break timer has gone off. I’m going to stop writing here and do the assignment (I’ve given up on diuretics for tonight haha help).

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