I decided this year I would outsource the birthday cake for today’s superhero bowling party for 5 year old Dude.

I should explain that I have a big imagination and like to revisit my own childhood whenever I can so I always start with grand plans for my kids’ parties.  Then I have a much needed reality check about what I can actually execute and start outsourcing faster than you can say AMF Bowling.

Back to the cake.  When I say “outsource” I don’t mean recruit a fancy cake decorator and pay a shedload of money for an absolute masterpiece.  I mean I would pop to Woollies and buy a pre-prepared spiderman cake, complete with a gazillion different shades of food colouring and preservatives, and be done with it. For weeks I have TOTALLY OK with that plan.

But this morning it came.  The mother guilt.

I decided that since I had outsourced pretty much everything else by opting for a bowling party, leaving the fate of our celebration in the hands of an awkward 16 year old student called Paris, the least I could do is make a cake.  Now, again, when I say “make” I mean decorate.  Not make from scratch in a Donna Hay frenzy.

So at 7.30am with a heavy dose of mother guilt on my shoulders, I raced to the local supermarket, stocked up on a few key ingredients and whizzed home to gather my little team to prepare the Superhero cake of our dreams (well, kinda).

And here is the result.

I promise if you stand back, squint, and imagine you are five years old, it looks a bit like a superman emblem with an R in the middle.

Good or bad, my 5 year old superhero thinks it is truly fabulous so I’m calling it.  It’s a winner.