Turns Out, Mother Runners *Can* Have Their Cake
We wanted to end this week with something sweet and joyful, something to remind you of all that is good in the world.
In a word: cake.
Not any cake, but this beauty, which was made by Deborah Halliday Mills, a badass mother runner if I ever knew one. (The Canadian who lives in Jersey is coming to Colorado this summer, and looked for a local race she could, you know, just do while she’s here. So she signed up the Leadville Heavy Half, a 13.1-miler that climbs to over 13,000 feet. Yep. Badass.)
Oh, and those M’n'M’s dotting the fondant frosting? Oh, those would be personalized chocolate bits. (Like I said: better than a wedding cake.) She wanted to put badass on them, but the candy company wouldn’t allow it. Their loss.
It was as good as it looks: moist, flavorful (I’m pretty sure it was a vanilla cake, but I shoveled it in so quickly, I may have been wrong), decadent. I wish I had a pic of a slice, but alas, I don’t so you’ll have to trust my palate on this one.
(And she didn’t ask me to do this, but if you live in the NYC metro area and need a special cake, she’s your lady. She showed us slides of her other creations—including a tasteful, bodacious one for a lactation consultant— and they were just phenomenal. You can reach her through her blog or her brand new Twitter account.)
Thank you, thank you, Deb; we wish we could share a slice with all of you reading this right now. Hope you all have a sweet, joyful day. xo.
Oh, and if you want to attend one of our mother runner parties, you can request an invite here. (The food will be good, but we can’t promise this cake again. Bums us out too.)