Said octopus cake naked for all to see.
The lovely photo of the decorated octopus on this Williams Sonoma cake pan, (which I got for a steal at the outlet and then fed my children hints so that they’d think this undersea party them was of their own making, when really I just liked the cake mold) embodied my genuine excitement, hope and ambition I felt as Martha Stewart flowed through me.
Therein lay the tension. There is a big fat side of my personality that would have been Googling that shit all day to figure how they got that perfectly shiny icing from the damn photo. So perfectly perfect. Then the other side took the easy route (which still took me hours) involving my friend Duncan H. and sheer will. This is pacing myself.
The result was more along the lines of something you’d see in a seventies cookbook titled Fun Cakes for Fun Times! The kind that you’d pick up at a garage sale and laugh your ass off about how ugly the cakes were way back then.
Kids loved it, though. Lots of candy to pick off.
