I think the last post established the fact that I like to bake. I don't claim to be a great baker, but I'm adequate and will make just about anything. Byron (the man) has discovered this. For Ethan's second birthday I made an Elmo cake ( not the first- I let the kids pick whatever they want and that's what I make for them). Byron was so impressed because Elmo even appeared to be furry.
Well, since then I've been used, taken advantage of, or otherwise exploited for my abilities. He thinks there's nothing I can't make--hence the roach cake I made last summer for a work picnic. Well, he has sunk to a new low. It was a certain person's birthday--we'll protect the name as to prevent embarrassment, (though seriously, this person has no shame and would probably shoulder no embarrassement), and Byron wanted me to make a "poop" cake. Yes, that's right- a cake made to look like fecal matter.
After a few days of pondering I came up with this, not a cake but actually a pastry that looks like poop. Then I made several different "models" to showcase different kinds of poop! ( I can't believe I'm actually talking about this-- again) So without further ado, here's a picture of the disgusting creation. Mmmmm... Yummy!
2 years ago