I may drop in to
work with a
birthday cake or two, the pseudo
gourmet that I am, but nothing I have made has topped the
dead bunny cake.
The cake was some strange sort of
devil's food cake, colored with enough
red food coloring to make it appear
bloody and yet still retaining a hint of chocolate enough to give it,
ahem,
body. It was baked in a
bunny pan, decorated with white frosting,
coconut, and the cutest little black Xs for
eyes.
My cooking has a long way to go to reach such a vaulted degree of
style. I'll just have to keep practicing.