I was home sick from work on Thursday and Friday. Thursday consisted of about ten hours of Netflix on the couch. Figuring I would go coo-coo with boredom with another day like that, I forced myself to be somewhat productive despite my miserable state.
This was the result. I have not decorated many cakes, so it was a fun experiment. I saw a similar cake here and wanted to build one for Andrew ever since.
I baked a 9x13 chocolate cake, cut it in half, and layered the pieces on top of each other. After spreading chocolate peanut butter frosting, I went to work decorating it to look like a construction site.
I dug an actual hole in the top of the cake and scooped the innards (eww...that word makes it sound gross) around the top to look like dirt piles. Oreo's, Nestle Buncha Crunch, and chocolate rocks from a local candy shop finished the layered dirt look.
I personalized it with Andrew's construction company's logo printed on a "sign" from the computer and stuck to the top with a toothpick.
Graham crackers were cut into pieces for lumber, and I sprinkled a few areas with green sugar sprinkles to look like grass or weeds.
The construction vehicles are sold in a 5-pack at Wal-Mart.
Andrew loved the cake, but when I asked him to stand by it for a picture, this is what I got.
Great, Babe. Now smile.
Very funny. Try again.
Not quite what I had in mind either, hon.
"Andrew Ashmore!!! Behave your age!"
Eventually, I got what I wanted. Though part of me hates that he looks so innocent in this picture.
It's all a lie.
But anyway...hooray for Andrew's birthday #28. And hooray for my awesome cake decoratin' skillz. It was a fun way to survive a sick day.
FYI: I got the wooden guy from my dad who has a hobby of making and selling sets of families and historical figures as kids' toys. This is one I used to play with when I was little that I thought matched the theme.
We celebrated that evening by stuffing our pockets with Kleenex (we are both sick), and heading over the theater to watch the BYU game (we don't pay for cable channels).
After coming home and eating a piece of cake, we both sat back from our plates in kind of sugar-induced catatonic stupor. This cake's sugar level is though the roof. Any neighbors are welcome to come by (please come!) and take a few pieces off our hands. Holy heck this cake is rich.