When I was very young my mother used to ‘build’ cakes for my birthday. One year I had a car shaped cake. Another year it was a train. I remember a pirate themed cake too.
Around my tenth birthday the cakes became more conventional. A square or round cake, usually covered in marzipan and royal icing, with an inscription piped on. By the time I was in my twenties birthday cakes had become a novelty. Usually provided by whichever restaurant I happened to be eating my birthday meal in.
So imagine my surprise, and delight, when I saw the birthday cake that my team at work got for me a few weeks ago. This has to be the best birthday cake I have ever had.
The person who decorated this cake is a true artist. Compare the skeleton on a bike with the original image I posted in Cognoscenti Postscript. Pretty darn good for sugar work.
The detail on the cake was impressive, right down to the rocks and mud.
And best of all, this chocolate fudge-filled cake was delicious.
Thank you team!