I'd like to think that this cake really does have lots and lots of separate little layers, each one wrapped in its own pretty tissue paper just a little different than the one below it.
Forget the tradition of ham for breakfast on Christmas morning. I want this cake first thing in the morning!
Merry Christmas, Cuteologists! Thanks so much for sticking with me through the site transition and embracing our new home. You get three slices of cake this year for being my favorite readers!
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!
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.
When I was a kid, the closest I ever got to decorating my own cake was a cookie and a little tube of gel icing. I had plenty of fun with just that. Imagine how awesome it would have been if we had edible paper back then? I can't say I'm not a little jealous of kids these days.
Finger jello is super fun even when it's only one color and just hanging out by itself. Taking the extra time to layer a whole bunch of colors in there takes it to a whole new level of snack innovation. I wonder how it tastes with all those flavors in one mouthful? Like a rainbow of fruit?