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.
3 comments:
There you are! I had lost track of you long ago, and POOF! I noticed your name on a comment on Ablog, which, BTW, was HILARIOUS.
MAGNIFICENT cake, as usual.
Hi HCG!
Thanks for your compliment. Glad you thought I was funny on Ablog. I do what I can. And it seems that's all we have left these days -- a sense of humor ;-)
Hi. Great cake! I want to make a fiddle cake for my dad, and I was wondering how you made the neck? You may email me at: wrightamber19@yahoo.com.
~Amber
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