Slight delay in posting this, as i made the cake in October. Oh well, as with an unwanted teen pregnancy, better late than never. My Sister asked me to make my Nephew's Birthday cake. Gladly. He's obsessed with Peppa Pig. He greets you with Pig noises (Seriously. It's amazing). I'd been wanting to make a sugar dough character. The answer was obvious. i found a Youtube clip teaching you how to make Peppa and George. A few warnings:
So after a few squashed, confused, boss eyed, too big nosed, too little nosed pigs i ended up with... So, I had the pigs. I couldn't very well stick a candle in each of them and call it a cake. Well, actually i could. He's 2. It's not like he's going to comment on the crumb structure and bake. I could have put some candles in a fish finger and he'd have probably been happy. | Whilst a festive fish finger sounds like a fun way to liven up a Monday night teatime, that was not the aim of this game. Cue the Victoria sponge. All was going swimmingly until... i had a bit of a faff with buttercream and crumbs. I'm sure you've been there yourself. If not, it's a horror you can't really imagine. Then i watched Sport Relief, and they told me the blinking obvious... Put it in the freezer BEFORE you put the buttercream on. Spread the good word folks. On went the Fondant. They are pigs. Pigs like mud. This is a fact we know to be true. The cake was made. I was pleased. 1 problem stood between me and post cake wine: the party was in Lancashire. I was in London. As was said cake. I was getting the train North. I needed to make the pigs travel proof. On a serious note, if you are to take one piece of information away from this inane cake themed waffle...let it be this: DO NOT TRY AND NAVIGATE AROUND EUSTON, ON FRIDAY, AT RUSH HOUR WITH A CAKE AND FONDANT ICING PIGS. People are not sympathetic to your plight. But all was well, Pigs arrived in the north in one piece, and I had one very happy nephew. |