Devin orderd this 8" lemon and 6" chocolate fudge cake to help with his mam's recent celebrations. He wins all the awards for coolest/calmest customer ever btw. Mary, Devin's lovely wife, owner of Bakers&Cakers was also a legend ... and here's why.
Devn: Hi Niamh, Mary is on her way to collect the cake.
Me.: Cool, I may not be here as have to drop friend to the airport. Will only be 15 minutes but kids and husband there and the cake is set up and good to go.
Me..... walking into the house, EXACTLY 12 minutes after I left ...........SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM What the ARGH happened to the cake???? The eldest child, recently an adult, knocked it over and smashed in the side of it.
Devin: Hey, relax, it's only a cake. Don't stress it.
Mary: You okay?
Me: i'm going to kill him.
Mary: It's okay.
And, you know what? It was. Mary's calming influence (and Darren and Oscar being my cake mayhem assistants) meant that the cake was repaired and put back together within 40 minutes. Mary left with cake, having had an hour away from the baba and a cup of coffee and I had a cup of tea and a gin. The Mammy loved it.
So Alicia sits down in my kitchen (cos she's my mate) and says she would like a cake for her birthday. I asked her if she had any idea and she said 'er, a cake'. I told her she was a bad client and to go away and have a think. So she did. The 80s. She loved that 'zany' pattern that is on the front of the cake (hello fancy paper), that freaky arse clown doll, monchichi's, rainbow brite and the care bears. All of which made it onto the cake. Including that terrifying clown doll. I was given three of those feckers as a kid. I hate clowns and dolls and ... yeah, cheers for that. The cake is an 8" chocolate fudge atop a 10 dummy tier.
Shirley ordered this 8" vanilla cake for her daughter's first birthday. It's based on a couple of cakes we've made previously and I do like it. Pastel prettiness. Everything is edible (always a bonus I find with cake lol).
I share my life with a husband, 3 sons, 2 dogs and, sad face, 1 rat.
I frequently want to be left alone but after about five minutes I go into a panic and need company again. A contrary hooer through and through.