Every year I ask him, "What kind of cake do you want?" Long ago he used to answer, "Chelocolate." That's how he said chocolate in his toddler days. More recently, he's been saying, "Surprise me." Well you know how that turns out!
Last year we gave him pie instead. The year before, well, I was a little naughty. Or slightly annoyed.
When I was looking for the quilt pictures I discovered 2004 was a prolific year for me cakewise. Frank got two cakes that year!
Because he loved moose and his bass.
That was my first attempt at rolled fondant, and my mad cake skillz all went downhill after that.
This year I'm stumped. How can I surprise Frank this year? I have a few ideas...
- A meatloaf that looks like a cake
- Or the opposite, a cake that looks like a burger.
- An amp-shaped cake that goes to eleven.
Any suggestions? I've only got 10 days to outdo myself!