I’m going to miss my brother’s birthday this year. He’s younger than me, but he’s the sensible, responsible one. When I was a kid and people asked me, “Where do you live?” I’d always tell them to ask my brother – I didn’t know. Why should I? When we look after the house when the parents are on vacation, he does the dishwasher and waters the plants before I even notice they need to be done. Now, I do prefer the place where I live to planet Earth, which is why I spend so much time there (people never say “I could care less,” for one thing), but I recognize it isn’t always easy to live with, so I wanted to do something special for the person who drives me everywhere because I’m too afraid to get my license (I loathe driving). So when asked what I wanted to do for my creative cake icing exercise, I decided to make him an early birthday cake.
Michelle taught me the technique…
And we made him this:
Very proud. It even got me a hug.
Once again, Michelle, I can’t thank you enough. And it tastes amazing.
I don’t even know where to start with this one. Because I am tired. So excuse the word vomit. Wait, hold on, you’re reading this, you’re used to it.
I don’t really bake, or cook, or do anything that doesn’t involve a microwave and five minutes, and, like so many things on this list, I’ve always wanted to but never really gotten around with it. So when my roommate Hannah suggested making Cookie Monster cupcakes as a way to complete number 14, I was all in. But, as so often happens, our reach may have exceeded our grasp a tad (we learned well from Top Gear).
This was the picture we used as a reference:
We decided to make Cookie Monsters, Grovers, and Oscars, and I was also going to make some peanut butter bees, which I’ve made before, but never by myself. The batter for the peanut butter bees lent itself well to Snuffaluffagus, so we made some of him too.
My favourite Oscar’s the one in the upper left corner. He’s not at all impressed.
We would have made trunks for Snuffles, but, frankly, we couldn’t do it in a family friendly manner, so disembodied eyeballs it is. And we would have stuck a carrot in Cookie’s mouth, since cookies are a sometime food now, but…we didn’t have any.