This taps right into that toddler part of the brain where you want to pick up a whole pie and smash your face into it. Taking a big ol' spoon and jamming it into a jar of cake and frosting and having no regard for the mess you're inevitably going to make sounds so childishly satisfying. Where's my big spoon?
What can be said about a cake that looks so incredibly perfect? I just want to pick up the whole cake and sink my teeth into the side of the pot to freak out my nieces and nephews. They'd get a serious kick out of that.
You guys, this is a CAKE. It's EDIBLE! Even the embroidery floss and the cameo buttons and the pincushion! The baker must have spent a considerable amount of time in a chilly room to keep all the components from melting. I mean really, how do you sew sugar buttons on a sugar card with sugar thread?!
I need to sit down. I need to breathe calmly into this bag to keep from fainting because this is possibly the most perfect cake I have ever seen and I've been looking at cakes for a long while, my friends. I marvel at the gradient pinks, the delicate layers, the thin filling that doesn't interrupt the gorgeous color. And the little paper banner on top! Perfection! I can die happy now, thanks!