A surprise cake for my Uncle's birthday today. He played his fiddle (we call him a violinist, he calls himself a fiddle player) through the wind, rain and even hail at our daughter's recent outdoor wedding.
And I have to say -- he survived his 1200-mile trip down here to play in her wedding, far better than my fiddle-cake survived the 1200-mile trip up to his home this week.
But at least we have pictures of what it looked like when it left here. And it still tastes good.