|The birthday girl|
Last October—on the twelfth, to be precise—my beautiful partner, Sarah, had a milestone birthday. Because the depression I have spoken of a couple of times was already taking hold I only managed four blog posts for that entire month, and one of those was about that depression. As a result, two big events during that month—Sarah's birthday itself and the surprise party a bit later on—went virtually unreported, restricted mainly to Facebook postings. That was horribly unfair to Sarah, so today I will relate the tale of the party, the incredible cake and the amazing people who helped put it all together. Very soon I will give Sarah the birthday post she very much deserves; when I do so I will back-date it to October 12, 2012, not because I want to try to cover my tracks but simply because that is where it belongs.
|Picking up the precious cargo from Ronna|
|Addie in fondant|
Ronna said she would meet me at the Irving station at around 1 p.m. and somehow, after being on the road for about four and a half hours, I pulled up to the bumper of her car at exactly 1:00 on the dot. It was pretty eerie, actually. Ronna took the time to explain to me how and where to put the signs back on the cake (she took them out for the trip) and I gushed over the beauty of her amazing creation....The [photo, above] I have attached to this story is a close-up of the cat figure on the cake, because it represents our cat, Addie, and I wanted to show how perfectly Ronna had recreated her, right down to the long white patch of fur on Addie's left forepaw. Absolutely spot-on.Here are a couple more closeups from the cake showing the penguin and one of the three sheep who also inhabited the ball crawl:
We loaded the precious cargo into our Escape and surrounded it with ice packs and blankets (it was a balmy 17 degrees that day) for the trip back to Ajax, where the party was to be held. I got to my friends' house a little before supper and after they oohed and aahed over the cake we tucked it into the cold room for safekeeping until Saturday.
We still have these figurines on a little plate in our kitchen.
|The cake makes its appearance|
|Sarah and the incredible "Ronna Cake"|
Eventually the moment came when I could present the cake (and I don't know how I contained myself until then). Sarah was ushered to the table in the middle of the room and everyone gathered around her. As I walked up the stairs with [this work of art], replete with two tiny, toothpick-based candles bearing the digits 4 and 0, Happy Birthday rang out and an overwhelmed Sarah barely noticed the cake itself for a few moments. However, when the singing ended and she had a moment to compose herself she took it all in and then - and I was almost able to predict the exact second this was going to happen - her jaw dropped open, she spun around to face me and said, in a hushed tone, "is this a Ronna cake??" When I nodded in the affirmative, for I was nearly overcome myself, she almost melted right in front of me.And so, finally, that is the story of Sarah's surprise party, the amazing people who created the event and showed up to celebrate, and the wizardry of Ronna Mogelon, Cakemaker nonpareil. I'm sorry it took so long to bring it to you; I'm glad I finally committed it to permanency on this blog.
The cake, you see, wasn't just a cake: it was a Ronna cake. And the gift wasn't just giving her a Ronna cake, it was going and getting the Ronna cake and bringing it back to Toronto so she could finally have one of her very own after admiring them for so long. It was a spectacular success and everyone who was at that party will long remember the sight of that beautiful confectionery sculpture.