Lots of pictures, masses of them, in fact (over 30, you have been warned). Our baby's first cake was a triumph of Artist meets Chef. I don't want to be too smug, but we were pretty impressed with ourselves by the time it was finished. I made the cake (Strawberry flavoured, if you're not from the US you'll need to un-Americanise the recipe), D and I iced it together, taking turns with the fiddly bits and bickering over who got to do the black parts.
The inspiration was a doll given to SP by a friend when she was about 5 months old.
And strawberries, because our girl loves strawberries.
I had a play with some fondant.
And was very satisfied with my black icing.
SP supervised from the recycling basket.
I have never smoothed a cake batter down so thoroughly.
I cut out the pattern.
Supervisor-SP needed a better look.
Tracing the pattern.
Starting the tricky bit.
Especially with the finer work.
Then you may start.
Gorgeous, lurid red.
At 1:30am this morning...
D-Day. Or is that B-Day? Adding some finishing touches.
With her inspiration.
The fatal cuts.
Half gone already.
Taste test! Hmmm. It's not bad.
Love you, my most gorgeous birthday girl xx