In fact, I made the cake not once, but twice: one for the family celebration (as a trial-run) and then another for the party with school friends.
|My lumpy-surface cake, after I'd stuck it back together.|
|That's a lot of blue icing!|
|At least you can tell who it is...|
A couple of hours later, as I was starting to pipe the outlines, the existential crisis hit. I began to ask myself, "Is this really what I was meant to do with my life? Were all those years of education and skill-building without purpose? How did I get into this mess?"
By 3 a.m. the cake was finished. I'm pretty sure I flopped into bed after that. And I must say that the cake looked pretty good! Was it worth it? Hung jury. On the one hand, I did mostly enjoy the project (not the 3 a.m. finish part) and the result was more than acceptable. On the other hand, I think the party guests looked at it for about three seconds before it was cut and distributed.
(In case you're interested, I'm also posting separately the recipes for my edible masterpiece.)