If you haven’t noticed, I’m not a baking blog. I do not have the time, patience or stamina to decorate a cake like some of those great baking blogs do. If you want me to direct you to some mind-blowing dessert divas, let me know. Like most projects I start, I have the best intentions in the beginning, I think through all of my ingredients and steps, and I’m super pleased (and sometimes taken by surprise) by the fabulous outcome. But, I hate, I absolutely hate prepping the darn masterpiece up for it’s close-up, that final glamour shot for foodies.
This was the kit kat ice cream birthday cake I made for Middle-Child.
He turned 8.
He requested an ice cream cake.
But how do you tell 20 or so family members to wait for their cake?
I mean, I take the before you cut-into-the-cake shot. We sing “Happy Birthday!” We cut and pass out 2 slices.
Then I tell the guests to wait for it.
I need a shot of the cake with it sliced open.
It’s bad enough that not all of the kids have gotten a slice of cake. Those that do not, are hovering over me like gnats. I swat them away, they return with a vengeance.
But, the adults are just as impatient. I’ve been doing this for over 2 years. You’d think they’d be used to me photographing everything before they eat it!
And what does my beloved family do? They snicker and make jokes behind my back, and sometimes in front of it. My husband barks at me to relax and take my time. My daughter whines for her slice.
I can’t handle the pressure. I grumpily snap away random pictures. I don’t notice the details, the dripping ice cream, the wrinkled fabric, the bad lighting at 9-o’clock at night.
Was it centered? Should I stick a flower there? A balloon? Oh look, an M&M;! Will anyone notice me eating it?
What’s a food blogger to do?
I quickly finished, prayed for a good shot and dove into a slice of this Candy Shop Ice Cream Cake, that’s what. It’s loaded up with an oreo crust, a kit-kat border, two cookie and chocolate jewelled ice creams, topped with whipped cream, more oreos, mini M&M;’s and whoppers (my personal private addiction).
Perfect for kids ages 5 to 81.