Birthday cake for environmental scientist’s birthday. The tree is reminiscent of the logo from his company Lakeside Green Environmental Services. The sky is inspired by the work of great Canadian artist Ted Harrison who passed away just last week.
For my friend Dave’s 60th birthday, his wife requested a robot cake. You see, Dave collects vintage robot toys. I remember him telling me about his best ever yard sale find. He came across a vintage spaceman toy still in its original box, got if for peanuts, and when he brought it home, he turned it on and it worked! I made the box as a chocolate cake — the colour image on top is edible. The robot, with Dave’s likeness, was made of fondant.
I made this cake for a co-worker who retired as a salesperson at our office. She was often on the road and returned with Post-It notes and clippings and all sorts of things in her folders. I thought it was a fun way to point out possible adventures to come and at the same time remind her of the chaos she left behind.
Living out here in the country I have many friends who adore animals. Gordon and Natalie, who share a January birthday have various dogs, cats, hens, ducks and ducklings, bees and an 18-year-old gecko. It takes them forever to tuck them all in and I thought a birthday cake featuring them with all their animal babies might be a bit of fun.
Jacques’ girlfriend saw the cake and order one for Jacques’ special birthday. Not only does he have goats, sheep and chickens, he feeds skunks and raccoons as well. NIghty-night!
A million moons ago while at university, a friend and I took a summer course in English Literature. While studying T.S. Eliot, the prof recalled a story where she woke up her husband and said, “Jeffrey! Are we measuring our lives in coffee spoons?” We thought this was a scream and have talked about it on and off for about thirty years. To commemorate my friend Peter’s visit here last weekend, we created this cake for a dinner party. I had purchased the spoons last year, knowing they’d be perfect for a cake for Peter. I was delighted to finally make it so.
Inspired from the T.S. Eliot poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?