When I was a kid, my mum would delight me every birthday with spectacular cake recreations from The Women’s Weekly Birthday Cake book. The swimming pool, the sweet shop, the butterfly – everything she made looked perfection.
I was keen to continue this tradition with my daughters. With mum’s good baking genes and my dad as an ex-baker, I thought I was a shoe in for producing these beautiful birthday cakes.
Well, that idea can go to hell.
Critics claimed the first ever cake I made for my daughter – the number one cake from the Women’s Weekly Cake Book – looked like a giant penis. With pink icing that was a little too skin coloured and rounded rather than straight lines, the odds were really against me on that one. I can’t tell you how awkward it is to serve up a penis cake for your daughter’s first birthday.
I was beaten that year, but I powered on to the next, where I actually produced a pretty awesome-looking Peppa Pig cake. There was praise all around. I became cocky and thought I had what it takes to make amazing birthday cakes.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Year after year I had one disaster after another – a Snow White cake with a bad case of cellulite, a sweet bunny rabbit that looked evil, a rainbow cake that was a dead-ringer for the leaning tower of pisa – only with mangled icing.
Again and again I tried, and again and again the tears flowed. The pressure I placed on myself was intense. I did not want the cake to beat me. Why could I not get this?
The night before every birthday party would be filled with stress as I stood at my kitchen bench with pieces of cake, icing, and decorations everywhere. Not a surface would be clean as I gorged myself on broken pieces of cake.
I cursed the Women’s Weekly, I cursed my parents, and I cursed Pinterest.
Each time one of my kids’ birthdays rolled around I would get a sinking feeling. When my daughter requested a Clifford the Big Red Dog cake a couple of years ago, I wanted to roll in a ball and cry.
The kids and I scrolled through Pinterest together as we looked at one perfect Clifford creation after another. How are these women so talented? They make it look so easy. As I felt the Clifford pressure coming down on me, a friend suggested I try an edible icing sheet.
Enter customicing.com.au – specialists in edible icing sheets.
Can you hear the angels singing? This my friends, was the answer to my prayers, and it will be the answer to yours.
In a few easy steps, you can order a custom-made icing sheet to adorn your cake.
All you have to do is go to the Custom Icing site, click on design your own cake, select a size, upload an image of your choice, choose your postage method and pat yourself on the back for being so darn clever. You can even leave it until the last minute thanks to their fast delivery.
I used custom icing again last year for my four-year-old’s birthday cake. A kid with a newly broken bone was enough trouble, I didn’t want to add pressure to myself with a tricky to make cake.
We sat down together and googled Tinkerbell images, chose the perfect one and sent it off to custom icing.
Voila! A cake she was thrilled with and a cake that took me no time to make.
Want to try customicing.com.au for yourself?
Thanks to customicing.com.au, I have 5 Custom Icing prize packs to giveaway valued at more than $50 each.
All you need to do is complete the Rafflecopter form below. In the form, you will be asked to email me a photo of a cake fail or win. Custom Icing and Mummy, Wife, Me will be sharing these photos on our Facebook pages over the next couple of weeks. (If you don’t have a photo to share, no dramas, it’s not a condition of entry – just a bit of fun!)
Terms and Conditions
– This giveaway is only open to Australian residents (excluding ACT).
– This giveaway closes at midnight on 6 February 2017.
– Winners will be contacted via email on 7 February.
– This is a game of skill.
This is not a sponsored post. I am simply giving a helping hand to other mums tearing their hair out over birthday cakes.
Linking up today with Kylie Purtell for IBOT.