Halloween costume, but remembering back to his grey and black Roomba cake when he was two I told him a peacock cake might be more appetizing and definitely tastier. He agreed and switched the requests. (And his pigeon costume came out cute, so I'm glad he did.)
(Here's the Roomba cake if you're curious. Quinn loved our Roomba and that was his first real word after "Mama.")
|Roomba cake, 2008|
|Amazing how six years looks like a lifetime ago.|
There was no room in our fridge at home to store a cake, so I wound up making the basic parts of it at home and bringing it all with me to work so I could put it in the fridge there when I was done. It was kind of funny to clear off all the violin work from my bench at closing time and play with frosting there instead.
I sculpted a bird body out of rice crispy treats, and made a batch of fondant to do the tail. I found some great blue glitter frosting at the grocery store, and for a few small details I just used a Tootsie Roll (which is essentially modelling chocolate once you warm it in your hands a little). The tail pieces I just formed out of the fondant (which is just sugar dough that I have a tasty recipe for). I wound up applying most of the frosting with a brush which was a lot of fun.
I had problems with the head coming off. I thought the rice crispy treat material would have some structural integrity if I kept it cold, but I ended up having issues with it getting soft after it was frosted, and I hoped to salvage the situation by propping up the head in the fridge.
However, I had a bad feeling about it after I cleaned up and was leaving the violin store. I went to check on it one last time and found the neck tearing again, and decided that a decapitated peacock was too depressing for a birthday cake. I re-carved the neck and positioned the head to rest on its back instead, touched up the frosting, and called it done.
I think with more time and not having to do the whole thing at night following a full day at work I could have done something even better, but I was happy with it. More importantly, Quinn was happy with it. He loved it. And I love him.