Today is the (now) 6yo’s birthday. I will at some later date write about the relative nightmare that is a birthday over the Christmas period, but for today I am going to stick with cake, and then wine, and then sleep…
Last night, after returning from the inlaws after our second Christmas dinner in two days, I started on ‘The Cake’. The vision was in place, this was to be a Barbie cake, in the traditional mould of crinoline-attired toilet roll covers of the 1970s…. Yes, I always aim high with my inspiration.
Starting baking at 9pm, tired, stuffed full of food and chocolate with a vodka and coke in my hand possibly wasn’t the best preparation, but needs must.
So the plan was to make two layers, sandwich them with jam and buttercream, dig out a hole for legless Barbie and voila, Brucie bonus, Job Done….
As it turned out, the cake didn’t rise too well, the top layer got burned, and Barbie ended up propped up by an orange pencil buried in what should have been the bottom layer which was, in turn, stuck using the buttercream to a handy tupperware pot.
I retired at 1.30am. Then got up this morning, went to Waitrose and bought a tray bake….
For Decorative Purposes Only: