It’s my amazing mum’s 60th birthday this weekend and we’re planning to surprise her in Cardiff today. She knows she’s going with my dad but has no idea that Ste, Phoebe and I will be there too (so don’t blow it if you happen to see her before they set off later!).
Anyway, of course I wanted to make her a cake, so I’ve spent yesterday evening decorating it having baked it earlier that day. I have to admit I’m worried about this one. She’s not a fan of butter icing so I opted for a carrot cake with a cream cheese icing without really considering the fact that a) cream cheese needs refrigerating, and b) it’s more runny than butter icing and less likly to take the weight of the fondant on top. Hmmmmm. Hindsight is of course wonderful… Anyway, there’s not a whole lot I can do about it now, and I have to admit last night is the first time I’ve ever prayed over a cake whilst putting it to bed in the fridge! I’m hoping the hotel will have a fridge it can reside in until Sunday, that is of course if it survives the four hour road trip later.
Here are some pics for you to enjoy…
So, it appears, once again, that good old Blighty is slowly cottoning on to yet another American excuse for a good old knees up…the gender reveal party. I won’t go in to what the hubster thought it entailed, but he was certainly way off! Basically, it’s a way of expectant parents announcing the sex of their unborn child, often by the cutting of a cake which is dyed pink or blue accordingly.
When I heard my friend was having a reveal BBQ I offered to make the cake (largely due to the fact I didn’t want to wait to find out!). It was my first attempt at dying a cake and doing any kind of sugar craft. Luckily I roped a cake decorating lecturer friend in to help me with the icing, but was on my own when it came to actually baking it. It didn’t quite go to plan. Long story short, I used the wrong kind of colouring on the first attempt. What I should’ve used was a colour paste, not the cheap liquid colours you find at the supermarket. It went into the oven looking blue, but came out beige! Two hours, a trip to the local baking supply shop and a weighing and mixing re-run later, and I had my (borderline neon) blue cake. No one could doubt the sex of the kid based on the cake that’s for sure! Seeing as i had a perfectly edible, albeit beige, spare cake i decided to use one half of it in between the two blue layers just to give it a bit more height. Anyway, here are some pictures….enjoy.