Hubby and I were asked to create a cake for a little boy who was turning 3 last week. They were planning a farm theme, so he assumed it would be pretty simple and agreed. It, of course, fell right between Thanksgiving and the wedding we had to go to, so there was lots of stress and a few late nights put into it. Plus we had house guests that week, so I was up even later trying to straighten the kitchen back up.
The whole fiasco turned into argument after argument with the hubby. He wouldn't consider my ideas, but got frustrated when his ideas didn't work out. The order came with so many requests too, they wanted two flavors of cake, a barn, a tractor, cows, horses, and cow poo. What kid wants cow poop on their cake? But, we obliged. Hubby was in charge of buying the tractor, which had to be red, and bought one that ended up bigger than the barn. The cake was lopsided, the writing not perfect, the animals wouldn't stand up, you get the picture.
And yet, when he dropped it off, they were pleased with it. So, whatever works I guess. Here's how it turned out:
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