So I stayed up two hours later than I should have making Calum’s birthday cake. That’s the bad news.
The good news is, for a near-total n00b, I am the fucking bomb at cake decorating.
(If you were wondering, Great A’Tuin is not cake, but gingerbread.
Ish. I had no bicarb or golden syrupHe was rolled out to fit the cake, which fits nicely on his back. I did not feel capable of the structural complexity of elephants)
The cake is a spiced Victoria sponge, but I doubt anyone can taste it under all that fondant. I was hoping it would rise more than this.
It is 1:48 in the morning, I overslept this morning, and I have a 9am tomorrow. I don’t give a fuck. 100% worth it. LOOK AT WHAT I MADE.