Happy Birthday, Dad
Friday is my Dad’s birthday. For like, 3 months I have been looking forward to it, because I had in my head that I was going to be a super-hero cake baker and bake him a 3D ’55 Chevy, just like the one he has. Nevermind you that I have never made a 3D cake at all, other than that Easter Bunny Cake that I couldn’t bear to cut into because of the look on his face. Or that I never make cakes in general. Or that I have any success with rolled fondant, as I have but one fondant experience. But I could see this cake. It was going to be the bomb, I tell you. Coral and gray, just like his baby. In my half awake, half asleep dreams (you know the ones), I was even going to be able to make the wheels spin.
Yeah, right.
I have no idea what I was thinking.
So anyway, screw all that. Seven has been sick for the past 2 nights and days, and to be honest, the fact that I was able to even turn the oven on baffles me. But I did. I baked a vanilla layer cake with an orange and vanilla buttercream tinted coral. I didn’t make enough of it though, like a loser, so I only had enough to ice it, not actually decorate it with trim or swirls or whathaveyou.
I cannot give a grown man a plain old coral cake. How lame. Earlier in the day I had called Mom and secured a mini 55 Chevy from their collection that I intended to perch atop said pink cake. But snooze…pink cake with toy car= a devoted post on CakeWrecks. I couldn’t have that. So I took a piece of my scrapbooking/photo shoot background paper and cut out a black flamey looking cake wrapper. Then I cut out a ring of black and gray striped paper to go over that. Once it was wrapped around the cake, it didn’t look half bad.
So maybe you can use my ineptitude for cake making and bake yourself a simple layer cake. Wrap it with your own cake wrapper. Find a random object and place it on top. Hopefully the object will have some sort of meaning to you or the recipient, not like an old tube of Neosporin or a Duran Duran belt buckle from 1988, although I guess those could be okay in the right circumstance. Make it your own, people. Hungry Like the Wolf.
Really, though, I can see this working in a variety of ways. It’s easy, it’s fairly cheap, and it looks more involved than it really is. Nothing wrong with that.
So, Happy Birthday, Dad!
Don’t eat the car.
