A Smashing Time

Yesterday was my great nephew's first birthday. My niece had everyone over to her house for a party. She has a beautiful home that is very welcoming to company. It is a relaxed warm atmosphere and we always have a wonderful time. We had delicious sandwiches and salads and before we knew it, it was time for birthday cake. In the past few years the concept of "smash cakes" has come about. You make a small cake for the birthday child and let him smash it and eat it. The messier the better. When his sister was one, she had a beautiful cake that was made by her grandmother, my sister. She looked at it and removed one sprinkle. She never thought to smash it. Finally we smashed her hands into it and showed her what to do. Even then she was a neat little lady. Now it was her brother's turn. My sister spent five hours making a masterpiece of a cake with three tones of blue frosting shaped like flower petals.  We put the cake in front of him and in one second he was smashing and eating. The cake was a full size 10" cake, just for him. He ate and ate and ate until 1/3 of the cake was gone. His mother took it away because if he ate any more he would surely get sick. He cried as the cake left and then licked his fingers clean. It was so funny to watch. It was the best day. I would even call it "smashing".