“I would like a Barbie cake for my birthday”, my daughter announced about 48 hours before the said event.
Buoyed by my success with a spiderman cake for my son’s birthday last year, I said I would have a go. I put in the usual safety nets by saying I did not really know what I was doing and it might be an absolute disaster.
Where to start? If in doubt, ask Twitter and yes, mums came forward with their tried and trusted ideas plus some scarily impressive photographs of Barbie cakes.
Basically, if you don’t have a fancy cake tin, the trick seemed to be to use a pudding bowl but accept that the baking would take some considerable time.
Him Indoors manfully went to Tesco to buy ingredients and was sent back when I decided to be a little more ambitious and to make a bigger cake.
My youngest son asked if he could drink the vanilla extract as juice.
My daughter asked if she could help but soon lost interest.
I baked the cake yesterday and it took ages so much so that our dinner was very much delayed.
I decided that the decorating would wait till today, my daughter’s actual 8th birthday.
The project was carried out in the annexe away from critical husbands, interfering children and rampagaing labradors.
The first crisis was when the ready-roll fondant icing was too hard to work with. Not to be defeated, I made my own fondant icing using the old-fashioned methods. Most unlike me, I was not heavy-handed with the food-colouring. The icing became a lovely shade of pink. It also proved easy to apply to the cake. Glitter and sprinkles added to what was starting to look quite good.
I broke off to take my daughter out for her birthday lunch at Frankie and Benny’s.
My next visit to the annexe saw Barbie being placed in cling film and inserted in the cake. How can I put this delicately? Her arse and tits were sticking out. I decided to make her a bodice out of pink icing. Unfortunately, this icing turned out to be a nude colour so it did not help all that much. I giggled thinking that not only do I appear naked on my blog but now so will my Barbie cake.
By this time, my 84 year old Dad was supervising operations.
I am sure of all the things he expected to be doing in his eighties, covering Barbie’s boobs and booty did not feature.
Sudden inspiration! You can be as snotty as you like but there is nothing a good canister of squirty cream won’t cover. If you are having naughty thoughts right now, please be aware that says more about you than me.
So poor Barbie was fired at with cream and here is the result.
OK, so it is not Jane Asher standard but it satisfied my little girl and my Dad said he had thoroughly enjoyed the whole experience.
The good news was that the cake was cooked perfectly and tasted lovely. Job done.