My very own cake wreck
It’s just so horrible it deserves a post all of its own.
I was trying to make one of these:
Ok, not that fancy. Just one yellow brick.
But you know, I’m really not one for detail, plus, I’m fighting some kind of bug off again (you know, the sore throat, achy muscles, always tired kind). And I didn’t do what I originally intended to do because The Boy made last minute changes.
I intended to make a white or yellow cake. The Boy insisted on chocolate.
I intended to use fondant. The boy insisted on buttercream. (“I don’t like that smooth icing, mum!)
I intended to make the cake myself. The boy wanted a boxed cake mix.
So, what he got was this:
I know, you’re thinking “okay, so it’s not smooth like fondant but other than that, it looks fine.”
Oh yeah? Well that’s cuz you’re looking at it from the top down.
I ran out of icing.
Fortunately, I don’t think The Boy will mind so much. There’s enough icing on there (chocolate and yellow) to keep him happy.
But it’s definitely not my best work. The Captain Underpants cake was way better.