I have a special set of skills.
Skills I have honed over, like, a year or something.
My skills suck.
Unless we're talking about designing pictures for birthday cakes. Then my skills approach mediocre-status.
I'm not sure how this all started, but with the advent of grocery store bakeries being able to take any picture and put it on a cake, my entire world opened up. Food tasted better. Colors were more vibrant. The air smelled cleaner.
I cling to the stupid things in life.
What these bakeries can do is to take any picture you give them, turn it into some kind of edible photo, and lie it on a cake.
Oh, Christ. I hope it's edible. Maybe I should read the instructions.
Nah. I've already eaten 14 of these pictures and haven't died ye-
So I've started, instead, to design my own pictures for birthday cakes for the kids.
It all started with my son's birthday a few years ago. We were at the beach and he had an ice cream. I snapped a photo of him making the most ridiculous face with it.
On a side note, immediately after taking the photo, the ice cream fell off his cone and onto the ground and laughter ensued for the next 20 minutes or so.
I took that photo and, since we had both just become black belts, came up with this for his cake:
I cannot love this picture enough.
FYI, when singing 'happy birthday' and you put a cake in front of someone with this picture on it, the reaction is truly magical.
Next up was my daughter's birthday, and she was into Star Trek at the time, so....
I think this came out quite stunning.
Fast-forward one year where Star Trek took a back seat to her liking a goth band named "Black Veil Brides" and this is what I came up with:
Yes. That's black icing.
This is what it's like having an emo teen, by the way.
Then it was my step-daughter's turn and OH I BET YOU CANNOT GUESS WHAT SHE WAS INTO.
I honestly wish she'd let it go.
See what I did there?
I STILL GOT IT.
BUT...the king of all cakes made it's appearance last weekend.
My stepson, turning 10.
What does my stepson enjoy?
Pugs and Narwhals.
Pugs. And. Narwhals.
On a side note, my wife had no idea that narwhals were real animals up until about a month ago, just in case you're wondering what kind of education you need to be a dental hygienist.
Love you, babe.
So, with pugs and narwhals in mind, this is what he got on his cake:
His face, on a pug's body, riding a narwhal.
Also magical is the reaction of his grandmother when she saw the cake and was all, 'the fuck is that?'
I'll tell you what the fuck it is:
Want one? I'm available for parties. Price negotiable.