Considering that my model was a faded cake photo from the 1970 Wilton yearbook, that I've only made two other decorative cakes in my life (Elmo and the Xmas cake), and that the Wilton yearbook instructions were three sentences long (for those who are regular cake decorators), I was rather pleased with how the cake turned out.
And because I used four layers of butter fudge cake with fudge icing in between, I was even more pleased with how it tasted. I ate almost all the leftovers myself--sacrificing my own figure, really, to help the children stay on nutritional track.
And because I used four layers of butter fudge cake with fudge icing in between, I was even more pleased with how it tasted. I ate almost all the leftovers myself--sacrificing my own figure, really, to help the children stay on nutritional track.






Then he tried to dive head first into the cake. He had to be forcibly removed from my arm, and even then, he clung to my pant leg all the way that I walked to the kitchen. He cried, and squirmed, and said, "flowers, flowers, please, Mommy, flowers...." I ignored him while I attempted to serve myself, ahem, guests, but did note that he knew they were flowers without being told. Smart boy. And props again to my decorating skills. I'm pretty sure the local bakery is hiring.
2 comments:
Sorry that we were all laughing so much at T that we didn't help you. He was so determined to have some of it immediagely. Finally, someone realized the cake was in danger and rescued it. What a fantastic, wonderful, impressive, laudable, greater than great cake. So glad to hear that you did it all on your OWN. :)
That cake is amazing. A-MA-ZING. Mardy looks just like you!
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