Yesterday evening I sat down with my rapidly growing children to look through some of their childhood photos. We found lots of pictures of Birthday cakes that I made for them over the years. At the time, I was really proud of my creative efforts, asking what they would like their cake to be, buying coloured icing and sometimes spending days sculpting wonderful culinary feats. Looking back at them, they are so hilariously awful that we laughed until we had tears streaming down our faces and we could hardly sit up!!!:-D
I must point out that they always tasted delicious, but why oh why did nobody take me aside and gently suggest that Marks and Spencers sell perfectly nice party cakes and that I would not fail my duties as a mother if I chose not to get elbow deep in roll-out icing?!
I'll start with one I am STILL quite proud of, but feel free to chuckle at the rest.
The next one is downright scarey.
This one took me days to make. I had to stick icing around swiss rolls and ice cream cornets for the turrets. At the party one of the Dads asked me if it was a car!
This next one was made on a very hot July day for my son's second birthday and the butter icing was almost sliding off the cake. For the first two and a bit years his day (and consequently MY day) started between 4.30 and 5a.m. so I was exhausted when I made this. I even went to the trouble of using green food colouring to colour some sugar to look like(!?) grass.
Needless to say when my mother-in-law asked me to make an anniversary cake, I made it and gladly paid a friend to ice it for me. Hope they made you laugh too. x