Birthdays are exciting times. A time to buy and/receive presents, buy and/or eat cake, cry and/or weep silently to yourself. All great things. This past week or so was my brother's birthday. We're not much of a gift giving family, but he was driving up from Florida, so I thought I'd get and decorate him a cake, something I've never done before. I have watched a few episodes of King of Cakes, or Who's the Cake? or whatever cake reality show is out there. I don't know, it was all delicious though.
Building a cake from scratch.
So thus began my cake decorating experience. And let me tell you, it was terrific. The first thing I did was purchase my ingredients. I'm not very good with choosing colors, so I picked a blue and white cake, because blue reminded me a cake which didn't cost all that much. Then I found some black icing, to represent all the colors in the rainbow. Because that's a thing that represents something important. And this is a very important cake. Lastly there are the candles. I'm not a fan of trick candles, mostly because after the birthday-person is done spitting all over the cake for the last five minutes, "hilariously" trying to extinguish the twenty candles sputtering around, I've already thrown up five times. So I found some nice candles that spell out Bath Yard Hippy.
Now comes the part where I prove how artistic I am. I wasn't sure what I was going to write on the cake, but I knew it had to be heartfelt and beautiful. Like a rainbow, whose infinite colors are all represented in the black icing.
Nailed it.
Now that I've successfully spelled out my feelings, it's time to add the candles and then light this thing up!
Happy Birthday Smiley Face Mike!
So turns out my brother actually wasn't able to show up when he had originally planned. But that didn't stop me from celebrating his birthday!
Happy....birthday?
happl blerrrrrgh?
So the candles were able to add much needed color to the cake, and that's a nice added bonus. I'm not certain the color is edible, and after my brother had to pick the wax out of his teeth, a week later, when he finally got to eat the cake, I'm almost positive it wasn't edible. But he got to eat the cake, and he'll have to keep on eating it, because I didn't get any food for his visit.
Happy Birthday Mike!