Someone once asked me if it’s difficult for me to let people cut up my cakes, because they are my works of art. And I gave her a big resounding Nope! My cakes were made to be eaten, because, in my humble opinion, they taste even better than they look. And they look pretty, stinking good!
But to make a cake for the purpose of being SMASHED?!! Yep, that’s right I said smashed! Most of the time it’s not so difficult, because I usually make pretty simple cakes for my little one-year-old cake monsters. But not this one, nope, this was one of the cutest, sweetest, ooey-est cakes I’ve ever made. And I have to admit, it was a little hard to send this baby away knowing it was going to be clobbered by a little toddler man.
I didn’t get to meet that little guy, but he must have realized how very hard I worked on his beautiful little whale smash cake. Because I heard through the grapevine, that he ate his cake so gingerly, that everyone at the party had a piece of whale!