During my MBA I worked with this crazy intelligent guy named Robert. His business card (one version anyway) simply reads Bob. Clearly this man is awesome. He wanted me to make his girlfriend a birthday cake that would go with her personality and what she was currently studying for. Some type of forensic science, CIA type of thing. So we thought of making a sugar gun, some sugar stilettos, a Bond Girl and of course a cool font for her name.
Delivering the Andrea cake to Rob on our bumpy city streets was a nightmare. As I attempted to reposition in the car I dug my thumb into the front edge of the cake!
I doubt the guests noticed it as Rob confirmed the cake ‘stopped the party’. I am glad, it was a pleasure to make it for him. I just need to remember to collect the plate from him later. I think I purchased a dozen cake plates in the past few years and I have no idea who has them all. If you have one of my cake plates please stand up!
The nightmare ride wasn’t over yet, we drove an hour to get to Louiseville and got there just before the ceremony at my neighbor’s wedding. I put the cake down and noticed a few cracks on both bottom layers. I now bring coloured royal icing in a bag as part of an emergency repair kit. No matter, the cake was covered in house flies within a few minutes. It was an outdoor wedding and the reception was to be held in a tent. It suited the space perfectly. We put grass all around the cake – real grass!
I got to cut the cake myself and it went very well – people were coming back for seconds when they realized there was more than one flavor, in fact there were three. I love my neighbor.