We had a few crazy hours between Lelia’s shower and my Auntie Carol’s birthday party, during which I had to both feed my baby and decorate a cake to bring as a surprise! Actually, the cake wasn’t the only surprise- my aunt didn’t even know we were there, so she was so excited when we walked through her front door!
Auntie Carol adopted a new puppy a couple months back, so I thought I’d try something completely new and attempt to make a model of her dog for the cake. I’d never made anything out of fondant before (can you see where this is going?), but as usual, I took my crazy idea and made an attempt. And, as usual when I try something new and end up in a panic because it doesn’t work out the way I’d hoped… well… it DIDN’T work out how I’d hoped. Charlie (the dog) is actually a little black terrier mix, but dyeing a big wad of fondant black was trickier than it seemed (unless you’re aiming to make a green dog, because that’s what it looked like).
I took the easy way out and made a dalmatian dog! No dye-incorporating required.
Not bad for my first fondant creation (well, besides one ugly practice dog before this little guy)!
The rest of the cake was a whole other story. My mom said she had icing tips at her house, and I assumed they were the same Wilton ones I have at home. But when I opened them up to decorate the cake, they most definitely were not! Mrs. Betty Crocker makes a weird decorating set, and I couldn’t figure it out. So Michael iced the cake for me and I wrote the words on with a ziplock bag. Yup. Not my best work. I think the puppy redeems the rest of it… hopefully.
She still loved it.
Everyone was also sooo excited to meet Kaya! It was her first visit with her Grandpa and Great Aunts on my side of the family, and they just can’t get enough of her.
Getting ready to blow out the candles…
Between the rich chocolate cake and sweet frosting, I think we all (okay, maybe it was mostly me) got a little sugar-high by the end of the night. Alan, Auntie Carol’s boyfriend, had gotten her Hello Kitty-themed decorations, including these little party horn things (is that what they’re called?). We all went crazy with them, and since they didn’t make any noise, we provided our own.
Michael is the epitome of party horn popping.
What a birthday bash! Happy Birthday Auntie Carol!
