Poor mouse, always the worse for wear. He really should drink some more tea to get over that wicked hangover. The Hatter throws such epic parties, no wonder he's not half there.
This cake is like the edible version of an old-fashioned sound-stage musical number filmed with sweeping crane shots.
This cake belongs in an English garden with lots of wildflowers and vines and antique roses and tea-dyed lace dresses and big floppy hats. The bugs and plants will happily eat up all the crumbs I leave behind.
Oh fruity cake, you are a vision of perfection. Would you kindly find your way to my house and woo your way into my belly? It won't take much, I swear.
Call it a cake in a jar, call it a jark, I honestly couldn't care less what you call it, just get me a spoon and get out of my way!
I was never a dollhouse girl, I always thought they were a little creepy and probably came to life when I wasn't looking. I wouldn't blame them if they were presented with cake like this.
This clever cake is a perfect trap for a leprechaun! He'll fall for it every time. Also, there's a surprise! Hidden rainbow!!!