Sometimes just jamming a few candles in the cake just isn't special enough, you know?
I was always that jerk kid who dug out the whole strawberry stripe of the Neapolitan ice cream in the leaky cardboard box. I kind of miss those crappy boxes that were impossible to open without ripping the lid and you could never get them closed again and would inevitably end up with a puddle of freezer-burned nasty ice cream. Those were the days. Kids these days have it so easy.
I love the motif of kind of spiky flowers like this on baked goods. It contrasts nicely with the soft roundness of the cake itself, don't you think? I don't know much about flowers but I bet you guys do; are there real life spiky flowers like that out in the wild?
Hey bird! Why are you sleeping on my cake? I mean, you coordinate with it quite well and all but this isn't a nest, it's a dessert! You can't sleep here, you just can't. You're welcome to come to the party, just stay off the food okay?