Trifles remind me of my
mom. And the making of this special
trifle was done with a young friend who has a great mom.
Trifles are redemptive. Trifles can be made out of broken brownies or
torn apart cakes, or overdone cookies, or dry muffins, (or a freshly baked cake). But when put in a pretty dish and layered
with a little love and yumminess, something beautiful and delicious is created. Mothers have the ability to do this too.
My mom has a trifle
philosophy in life: When your cake sticks to the pan and falls apart, make a
trifle; when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When you are feeling left
out, include someone else. When you know how to do something, teach someone
else (don’t keep it to yourself).
These philosophies have
shaped me and on this day, I celebrate the impact that she has had on my life!
I was brainstorming with my
friend Amy G. a couple of months ago about how I might could earn some extra money for my
upcoming trip to India. (I am preparing
to go see some friends who live there with a small team from
my church). As we were brainstorming she
asked if I would be willing to do a private baking lesson with her 10 year old daughter,
Mary Grace, as a fundraiser. I said I would love to do
that. I told her to talk to M.G. about
what she might like to bake and to have her email me. She is very into baking and watching cooking shows on TV (especially the cupcake ones).
When I got her email I was tickled and amazed at her culinary ambition. She wanted to make red velvet equestrian
cupcakes and a fruit trifle with a berry compote, “whatever that is”, she
said.
It was a good thing we had
several hours, because we got serious. We
made both of these requested desserts and had a grand time. Mary Grace is a great cook and was excited to
try some new techniques. (I think
zesting was her favorite. We zested the
lemon for the pound cake and she enjoyed it so much she wanted to zest other
things. We ended up using it to shave
chocolate for top of the cupcakes. She called it chocolate zest).
For the trifle, I suggested
we make a pound cake and flavor it lemon.
She agreed. So, we used my
standard sour cream poundcake recipe and substituted a carton of lemon lowfat
yogurt for some of the sour cream, and added the shaved zest of one lemon. The cake was DELICIOUS! M. G. had seen her
mom slice open the cake horizontally when making a shortcake, so we did that, and then broke the cake
into pieces.
Meanwhile, we made a compote.
We did some researching about compotes
and which would be good with this combination of flavors. We decided on a blend of blueberries,
strawberries and lemon. (P.S. it's strawberry season, make the most of it).
Then we made some fresh
whipped cream and sliced some strawberries.
And then we worked together to layer.
It was a lovely trifle.
My mom’s trifles usually have
a layer of pudding.
I have made trifles with a
layer of yogurt blended with sweetened condensed milk. You really can’t go wrong. You just need some kind of bready/cakey
layer, some kind of gooey layer and some whipped cream. It is versatile and beautiful and can be decadent (with chocolate and candy bars) or light (with fruit). It has lots of textures and its own kind of serving dish. What’s not to love about a trifle?
When I was talking to M.G.’s
mom about this experience, she said as much as she likes to cook and contribute
to her daughter’s cooking skills, M.G. sometimes wants to go “beyond her ”. She said, that’s where she benefits from having
others get involved who enjoy this more and are skilled in a different way than her. I so appreciate
that and agree. There are
times you need another personality or skill-set to come in and invest in your child. I believe that is a great strength in parenting – when you can see the
gaps you have and seek others to supplement.
I am thankful to those women who have done this for me with my kids and continue to do so. I believe it takes a village.
Happy Mother’s Day! Today I am
thankful for my mom, who poured her life out for my sister and me, and
continues to generously give us so much of herself. I am thankful for my grandmothers from whom I learned much about loving and serving people. I am thankful for Dave’s late mother who
taught him how to love and serve – for that my children, I and so many others are blessed. And I am thankful for all the other women who have filled in the gaps and have invested in my life and the lives of my children... even with our broken pieces.
Happy Mothers day, Julie!
ReplyDeleteI love your Mom's cake philosophy and wish I had heard it sooner! Oh, the number of broken cakes I could have redeemed by turning them into something beautiful and equally if not more delicious!
I hope your day was special and you were well celebrated!
Capri