Largely due to my own big fat gob, I am gaining a bit of a reputation as a ‘cake maker’ round these parts. This means that now on every birthday or wedding I find myself, stupidly, offering to bake more and more elaborate cakes in a bid to wow the family.
I have now taken this stupidity to a new level by practically forcing Stef’s cousin to let me bake 400 mini heart shaped cookies for his up coming wedding. Not too difficult you say, but of course I insisted that each one should be iced and then the initials of the happy couple should be hand piped onto each and every damn cookie.
On a slightly less frazzled note, now chocolate cake I can do one handed with my cocking eyes closed.
See below a mini cake I rustled up for Stef just because I love him.