Remember the old school excuse, “The dog ate my homework!” How about, “The dog ate my cake?” That was new to me until 2 weeks ago when it actually happened – the dog ate my cake!
I had to leave town for a business trip the day of my nephew Carter’s 3rd birthday, but I already promised him a Mickey Mouse cake. Shaped pan, Decorator Icing, no worries, Mickey would be easy – Auntie Shawn was on the job!
I decorated the cake the night before and brought it to my sister’s house in the morning before I left – it was adorable! The kids ooh’d and ahh’d over the cake and helped me decorate the coordinating cupcakes. Just as we were finishing up and saying our goodbyes, I heard my brother-in-law shout, “Wrigley, no!” Unfortunately, Wrigley is their Wheaton Terrier – still a puppy, but tall enough to reach the top of the washing machine where we put the cake. Wrigley was pawing at the cake, trying to pull it down, and took out Mickey’s face below the nose in the process. Ack!
Once the shock wore off, I realized I needed a quick fix or I would be late for my flight, so we sprung into action. I performed emergency surgery and sliced off the doggie-mangled portion of the cake, and I used the white icing left over from the cupcakes to ice the open side of the cake. Luckily, my sister had a black icing tube on hand, so I used a star tip to repair the edge of the ear that was damaged and redo the border. Add a number “3” in the newly open space on the cake board, and voila! The cake was in good enough shape for Carter to blow out his candle (and this didn’t traumatize him at all, he thought it was neat that Wrigley wanted to share his cake, what a trooper!).
I gave my sister a picture of the pre-mangled cake to show at the party, and they picked up a 1/4 sheet cake at the grocery store just to make sure they had enough dessert. When I checked in the next day, I found out that the mishap didn’t deter anyone from enjoying Mickey Mouse – the cake, all of the cupcakes and the extra cake were gone. I guess when it comes to a hungry crowd, they don’t mind sharing with a furry friend.
Note to self and to my sister – put the cake up high next time!