Just sometimes, I bake entirely non-historic cakes. And this is where they live. I’ll update this page every so often, but, fair warning, baking is never as exciting when history isn’t involved.
WEDDING CAKE No. 1
Here is a wedding cake decorated with edible rice paper photos of the bride and groom in edible silver sugar paste frames. This is my own wedding cake. I feel it’s my duty to admit this, because when my (now) husband was trying to convince me that making a four tier cake in the two days before our wedding was a bad idea, he found hundreds of blogs by stressed out brides who said that baking their own cake had only added to their worry. I, on the other hand, was fine. I found that the trick was to contribute very little else toward the wedding planning.
WEDDING CAKE No. 2
And here is another wedding cake, which I made for a much beloved friend who got married in the middle of the Lake District. It was all very beautiful, even if it did involve driving down tiny, winding roads which were covered in sheep while desperately trying to hold this thing straight and not break either of the flowers.
WEDDING CAKE No. 3
And a final wedding cake. This was much, much harder than the others, partly because it’s all chocolates and ganaches, and partly because the bride told me to really try to limit the amount of icing I was using, which just goes against everything I stand for.
Here are some Nintendo biscuits I made, complete with a wii remote. I should probably make an updated version with a Switch. Yes, the gold coins are fairly unimpressive. Yes, the left coin does say ‘love you’ in tiny black lettering. These were for my husband. We’re adorable.
And this is a cake shaped like a watermelon with a fondant cigar next to it and a tiny flag stuck in the top which says ‘I’m waiting’. It would probably take too long to explain why this is a cake, but someone who I’m about 75% sure was Mary Beard saw me carrying it at Cambridge station and said it looked great, which must count for something.