Last year, I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will never make a living as a cake artisan. Not only did LO's very first birthday cake look like this:
Despite the fact that I am not now, nor have I ever been either Martha Stewart or Duff Goldman (or even Betty Crocker), I found myself once again dreaming of magical cake creations as we drew closer to LO's second birthday. Specifically, I wanted to make a dinosaur cake, since LO's birthday party invitation had a dinosaur on it. A quick search online led me to this work of art, which I fooled myself into thinking was within my cake decorating abilities:
|Photo courtesy of dinopit.com|
Thankfully, adding candy stegosaurus ridges infinitely improved the look of the cake. Because it otherwise looked like an over-frosted pile of cakes.
If I knew how to leave well enough alone, I would have stopped here. Because I don't, I decided to add a smile:
Most importantly, this guy kept it down: