Let's mark the occasion...my first cake disaster. Cute cake right? Well, not as cute as it was supposed to be. It should have had 9 little construction workers in various hardworking poses. What happened to them? Well...
I put them safe and
sound in their transport box, and set them on top of the car while I
loaded the cake. I don't like to transport things like that on the cake,
because they fall a lot. And then...the Wyoming wind.
the box off the car, and landed it in the yard. Where my loyal, loving
border collie Gracie-Lou ate the whole thing, box and all. It was a
fondant people massacre.
Sigh...I may never decorate again. Two and a half hours of sculpting work down the drain. Or down the hatch I guess.
Sigh. The little foreman was supposed to be leaning on the sign: