On Sunday Alfie was invited to a birthday party. It was a two-hour party in the middle of the day held at the Scout Hall at Sirius Cove. I love Sirius Cove not just because it’s very beautiful but because it’s an unleashed dog park so I can take my girls and let them run wild and enjoy lots of freedom.
Given we are still officially in winter, the weather was amazing with clear blue skies, a gentle breeze and you could feel warmth and heat coming from the sun letting you know that the seasons are on the cusp of changing – almost ahead of time.
I dropped Alfie off and promised to come back in two hours to pick him up. But when I arrived (with my girls) the party was still in full swing and the cake hadn’t even been cut. I knew I’d have trouble getting Alfie out of there so I decided to stick around and make a day of it.
The cake was a volcano. I asked how it had been turned into that shape as I imagined it was a cake made in a pudding basin then inverted but I’d never seen a pudding basin large enough for a cake of that size. But no. It wasn’t ‘cake’. It was made from rice bubbles (rice crispies for my US friends) that were mixed with vanilla extract, melted marshmallows and butter. Once the mixture has cooled you use your hands to mould it into any shape you like. When the rice bubbles had been turned into a volcano it was then covered in a no-bake brownie mixture.
For a final effect, lava was poured into it and then sparklers lit. The lava was made from marshmallows melted in the scout hall’s microwave that was then tinted with red food colouring. All the children were bedazzled by this cake that’s so simple to make yet certainly looks spectacular.
The cake was cut and then it was on with the outdoor activities and there were plenty of them. The boys all put on life-vests then took off across the water in kayaks; some of them even jumping over the sides and having a swim. Alfie climbed onto a moored boat but don’t worry, it’s owned by the scout leader who was very relaxed about it.
Then it was time to tie someone up and dig holes and bury that person up to their chin. Why not! And the tied up little boy happened to be Alfie who couldn’t have been happier.
We stayed until Alfie was released and the sun was slipping behind the hill.
Unfortunately for the hosts, their car keys had somehow become buried in all that sand. Situ! It was a few hours before the keys were found. And I was so relieved Alfie had nothing to do with the buried keys – it was three-year old twin boys – cousins of the birthday boy – phew – nothing to do with me!
Sirius Cove is at the bottom of Sirius Cove Road, Mosman.
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