Until recently, I wasn’t familiar with the term “smash cake,” those small cakes made just for the birthday boy or girl. The guest of honor can just dig in, and while it can be very messy, it makes for great pictures. I understood the term a little better after attending a birthday party for our neighbors’ one-year-old grandson last weekend.
The birthday boy sat in his high chair. He wore a small crown, a ribboned bow-tie, and suspenders attached to his short pants. No shirt. If you’re thinking a Chippendale-in-training, it was actually something like that, but very cute. There were balloons, presents, decorations, and lots and lots of food. People, too – friends and neighbors (mostly adults), with just enough kids to remind everyone that it was a party for a little guy. We all crowded around as the cake was presented. Immediately, Charlie sunk his hands into the soft mass of blue and white in front of him. Then carefully, he licked the icing and bits of cake from his fingers. Bit by bit, very neatly. Slowly, the other kids inched closer and started to help. Charlie didn’t mind, there was plenty for everyone.
Until…not sure if the tray wasn’t fastened right or someone leaned on it, but in a flash the tray slipped, the cake was on the floor, and Charlie was tumbling down, caught in the arms of his mother at the last second.
Soon everything was back to normal and Charlie was once again seated on his “throne.” Miraculously, the cake was only dented a bit on one side, probably held together by all that blue frosting. As it was placed back in front of Charlie, one of the kids commented, “I guess that’s why they call it a smash cake.”
Makes sense to me!