Thursday, August 17, 2017

magically sweet retirement ahead

There are few cakes I get to make that make me squeal in delight with every added detail. This was one of those cakes from idea to delivery. My friend Cora contacted me and asked if I would make her Aunt a retirement cake. When she told me that her Aunt was most excited about working on her fairy garden during retirement, I could hardly contain my joy! A grown up fairy garden cake is way more fun to make than one for a 4 year old because I can use colors besides pink and green.  I went overboard on the pictures, but since Cora didn't get to see the finished cake in person, it seemed like the right thing to do so can see it up close too.

The moss roof is a homemade sugar cookie, covered with frosting and cookie crumbs.


Cora was my "fairy consultant" and she made sure I was properly educated in fairy culture and put to rest my presuppositions. She made sure I knew where glitter comes from. I don't know if you can see the glitter trail on the roof because it doesn't show up in photos as well as in person.

The wings only took me 3 tries to get right. FYI, gelatin shrinks until it dries.

Congratulations, Chris! I wish you a very sparkly and magical retirement!

Friday, July 14, 2017

a dollop of cake

My now 11-year-old daughter is hilarious. Yesterday she had me laughing so hard with her quick wit and creative humor.  I have repeated her jokes over and over because, well, she's funny and I am starting to mimic my dad in telling the same jokes over and over again so I need new material.

She had her cake all figured out and I was willing to make it, but I have to admit, it was a little boring compared to her bacon feast or Rapunzel's tower.  One night we were sitting down at our Taco Friday dinner, reprimanding her for nearly emptying the huge tub of sour cream on one taco. I said something about making her a cake filled with sour cream and she joked, "I should have my cake look like the sour cream tub."

I laughed at her joke, "You really should!"

"Wait, can you actually make it look like sour cream?"

"Yes, I can."


"Yes, if you share the rest of the tub on the table with your brother and sister."

This one is only slightly bigger than the Costco size tub we normally buy.

I asked some of her friends describe her with one word.  Unanimously, they agreed on "crazy."

Looks like she expired a long time ago. So don't eat.

Happy, Birthday, crazy girl!

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Broadway Bound!

My neighbors are wonderful. They're normal - but not so normal that they're boring. They're fun and real.  I wish Minnesota didn't shut down for winter 8 months out of the year, so we could hang out more.

One particular family has a special place in my heart. They're theater geeks like me. I've done shows with each of the kids and I'm pretty sure I'll someday say, "I knew them when..."

Sweet Zoe has finished high school and off to college next fall. I was excited to be able to make her graduation cake featuring some of her theater experiences and excitement for the next stage of her life (cheesy pun intended).

My goal was to have the cake upstage her. I'm not sure it worked, but it sure was fun to try!


Center Stage



Wednesday, May 24, 2017


Even bacon."
- Kelly DiPucchio 

My oldest asked for unlimited bacon for her birthday dinner. Unlimited BLT's for an extended family birthday party. It only took 3 of us 2 hours to cook it all and I could've probably made 80 bars of soap with the leftover grease.

She wanted a bacon party which meant bacon on her cake too. And a pig. (Because she's my mini-me when it comes to humor)

So, because I'm inclined to spoil my children once a year, she got maple glazed bacon with a pig on a chocolate cake. It was a challenge to make this cake while on vacation 1000 miles from my kitchen, so I made the pig ahead of time and brought the rest with me to make on-site. She wanted him to be on a blue cake that looked like dirt. Specific, ugly and easier than fondant.

I did like the pig, though. But I kinda felt bad for him.

 Poor little piggy.  Happy little girl.

the very specific cake

I realize I've not posted much for cakes this past year.  It's not because I've not been baking, but because I've been lazy in posting. I'm trying to catch up on all the things I've failed to brag about, so I'm hoping to post a few things this week. I know. You've missed me, dear followers - all 3 of you.

I've mentioned before how I have a child who starts planning her next year's birthday cake the day after her birthday.  She's drawn up plans for her next one already. Hoping she changes her mind from a cow jumping over a rainbow over a pile of emoji's.

This one was executed precisely as she described it and she was giddy.

"I want the grumpy red M&M guy reading a book under a fall tree and I want M&M's around the bottom of the cake."


I couldn't help but think of a favorite teacher at our school who loves both reading and M&M's.  Except she's not grumpy...or red.

Happy Birthday girl!

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Construction Season

We have only 2 seasons here in Minnesota.  Winter and Construction.  Construction season has been the worst ever during the past few years.  I generally have one place to go during rush hour and all 5 routes to that one place was shut down or had major lane closures and back-ups for the last two years.  This summer, none of my routes are shut down (yet), but every other route is, so all of the traffic has migrated to my routes.  My son continues to be obsessed with construction equipment, so he naturally requested a construction cake "with real trucks on top" for his birthday.

This cake, from last fall, was my own way of venting about MN-DOT as well as celebrating the completion of all the season's projects. My son was pretty excited to have his cake and he didn't seem to care that I was being a jerk all over it (but I know I'm not the only one who felt this way).

You know you've seen this sign before.

I don't think that date is an exaggeration.

I realize this isn't exactly an accurate portrayal.
In reality, there would be 12 guys watching him sleep.