OK people. Are you ready? This is the cake I made for my best friend’s birthday. She loves witches, and loves cartoony style. I have a great ca.ke book with insanely beautiful cakes. (I did not make this ca.ke up). All told, I made it over 3 days: baking one day, assembling the cake shape one day and decorating today.
This was so fucking hard to make. It is chocolate cake with ganache inside, the caul.dron is fondant, the witch is sugarpaste, and the brew is whipped cream with fondant stars. I made the dress too long – otherwise you would be able to see her green and orange striped stockings.
I rock, right?
I am wondering why I have this very weird talent. It is completely shocking to me. I am SOOOOO not patient, in life, you know? But somehow (and you never know when) I have this drive to bake and decorate absurdly elaborate cakes. I never know when I am going to want to do it. Suddenly I want to make a cake and I make a MEAN cake. But what a wasted creative outlet, right? I spend three days making something that is enjoyed for one evening and then eaten. We slapped some candles in the cauldron, sang a song, and sliced right through that fucker. But the reaction to the cake was good. Crack good. That must be why I do it.