|Oh the places you'll go..wait..that's not right. I was looking for a Curious George reference.|
|I was cooking in someone else's kitchen, and forgot to take pictures before this while I was looking for stuff.|
|I never claimed to be a master drawer, but a plan of attack is always helpful.|
|So red. So slightly overcooked. So not my oven.|
|Get back in the kitchen and make my cake, Aunt Kate.|
|Mixing dyed frosting is the bane of my existence.|
|I started by drawing my monkey's face and Aurie's name into the top with a toothpick. Be sure to clean it after each line so things don't get boogered up...you've got plenty of time to ruin things later.|
|I started on the outside, and worked on outlining the monkey. Open star tips are so easy to use, just place straight up and down and pipe little stars onto the cake in your monkey outline. Make monkey noises where appropriate.|
|At this point, the face, mouth, and hat have been outlined...daily observations by Kate Fox.|
|Then I just tried not to let my left-handedness screw everything up. My brother-in-law mentioned that my cakes are even more impressive considering my physical handicap. Right-handed people...|
|At this point, he kinda looks like someone in Daft Punk.|
|The beauty about this type of tip is that you can go back in and fill in any white space by burying the tip in it and making another star. This really helps make the monkey look more like a sock/cloth anyway.|
I took a snack break and finished my Chick-fil-a lemonade (product plug- they should pay me with all the free advertising I give them) before I worked on my border. This was surprisingly not because of my wimpy, dainty girl hand, but because my red frosting had gotten so warm thanks to the Dallas humidity that it would not pipe correctly. So if you happen to live in a tropical jungle, too, just stick it in the fridge for ten to fifteen minutes and try again. I have no advice for how to tame your hair in that jungle though..sorry.
|I used the number 21 tip to create my rope border, and a number 18 tip to create small shells on top. I thought about doing rope on top, too, but didn't want the focus to pull from the sock monkey himself. I would've named him, if I knew I wasn't going to be eating him later. Never name the things you plan on eating.|
|Looking back on this, he looks like he knows he's going to be eaten.|
I'm pretty proud of this cute little guy, as he fit in delightfully with the rest of the decorations:
|Like a circus tent! Complete with sock monkey centerpiece!|
|And kick ass, grammatically incorrect banner! Get it together, Party Express...you need a comma!!|
Hank was clearly on the move in that photo trying to find the next person to drop food on the floor while preparing for the party. He never leaves Aurie's side for that reason. He absolutely loves the way that baby's face tastes...always food on her somewhere! I am happy to report that my tiny namesake Aurie Kate found cake to be as delightful as I do.
|What form of pure magic is this? Is it..solid?|
I'm fairly certain she would've eaten that whole piece if her father hadn't saved her from herself. Cake addiction is a slippery slope, after all. I knew she would like the frosting since she was my official taste tester, but the cake itself was anyone's guess. About thirty seconds after this photo was taken, she went from being a clean baby to a cake baby. I honestly wish I could go at a cake with that much fervor and have it be socially acceptable, but alas.
|Even the dog had a party hangover.|
Hank looks like we all felt after that party, full, tired, and in need of a long sugar coma. I was quite honored by everyone's compliments...no matter how many cakes I make, I am always super critical of my work, so being reminded that I don't suck at this is always nice! That's what happens when you're the
Cake Kate Boss. I am happy to report that I get to go see my husband for Thanksgiving, so this concludes blogging for the MONTH of NOVEMBER, as I will be spending time enjoying civilization and not baking because his lodging has no oven. Its an honest to God vacation! Thank you all for continuing to believe in November and Thanksgiving like I do. I can only imagine how unbelievably obnoxious TV commercials are going to be once it is officially December and the Christmas monster is breathing down everyone's neck like an IRS auditor or, well, a Yeti. If I hear "Frosty the Snowman" ONE TIME....'Til next time, my fellow eaters!