I waited two years before my only precious baby son was old enough to realize what a birthday, no even a cake is. I got all the ingredients, and decided to make him a beautiful Cat cake (that’s the only word he pretty much said clearly at the time). He was 2 at the time. I just wanted a simple cake, and I was going to decorate it, making a cute cat out of it, and embezzle it with all sorts of goodies.
Well, the cake part was ok, until it came to decorating. Silly me, thinking that all those long hours of watching the Food channel, and the Ace of Cakes would make me into an amazingly talented cake maker/decorator person.
Wrong. How wrong.
Instead of a cute cat, what came out was this:
The cake, upon completion looked just as startled and frightened as myself. It looked to be ashamed of it’s own existence, as I was of it. It only had 2 paws, and it’s eyes were immediately plucked out by my toddler. Note the “intricate” piping. I even tried making rosettes. or something.
Basically, simple butter cake (from the box), two standard sized rounds, piled on top of each other. I cut out the “cat” shape out of the top one, lined the middle with bananas, and decorated with M&Ms.
The good part, it actually tasted good, but never again will attempt to go for such a complicated idea. I think I’m going to stick to simple stuff for now.