Or at the very least, a very bad cake decorator.
My oldest daughter wanted me to make a cake like this for our 3-year-old’s recent birthday:
There was a time when I would stay up until 3:00 a.m. putting the finishing touches on an elaborately frosted, multicolored, multi-layered work of art. (Okay, so I think I did this once.)
These days, though, I am more apt to…well, to stick several ice cream cones in a bundt cake and call it good.
And it was good, too.
Four days late…
But very tasty.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,