Jane Asher and I make cakes. She does it for money, I do it for love.
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| One of mine: Noddy with acne |
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| One of Jane's |
When my 9 year old requested that I go to a shop and buy a 'proper' cake for her birthday this year, I had mixed feelings - and decided to get my own back on her.
I arranged a very last minute Mad Hatter's Tea Party with heart-shaped sandwiches, layered jellies, dormice and cakes. Just as things were starting to get messy, we announced the arrival of The Cake with a great fanfare. The lights were turned off, blinds lowered, eyes covered, and I placed it in front of her: a cake that was an inch in diameter, covered with pink buttercream bearing a single pink heart-shaped candle. As she teetered on the precipice of tears and laughter, I explained that it had shrunk, as things are wont to do in Wonderland. (Luckily, there was a large pink shop-bought cake waiting in the wings.)
Here are some of my past creations:
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| Nice face, shame about the arms |
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| Decorated by a 5 year old (Christmas decorations in May!) Cake frills cover a multitude of sins - and mean you don't have to bother icing the sides |
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| Hummingbird Bakery's dulce de leche cupcakes which provoked the following outburst: "I don't like cakes, I don't like icing, and I certainly don't like fairies"! |
