As I sit in my office and fret about the fate of the freedom of information in far flung countries, my wife agonizes, yes, agonizes about cakes for the birthdays of my two little girls. To her, a good crumb coat is just as important as stemming nuclear proliferation. The search for black food coloring in Prague triggered a sort of culinary Amber Alert with all of my Czech associates. The lady takes her cakes seriously. And it shows.
Here is the first one she did while home with the girls in Texas to celebrate Little NH1’s fifth birthday. For those of you who don’t know, this is Belle, from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. I don’t think Little NH 1 has even bothered to sit through that movie. Nevertheless, Belle stuff is all over my two bedroom apartment. Books by the toilet (er, potty), stickers in drawers, costumes and shoes in corners. So I guess it was fitting that this cake was featured for Little NH1’s 5th. I didn’t get to eat the Belle cake but all who were in attendance proclaimed that it tasted as good as it looked.
When I was a little kid I had a Cookie Monster cake one year and then a Darth Vader cake a few years later. I mention this because for some of my faithful readers who were in attendance, this will conjure up some funny memories. But I digress…
Using her freshly honed cake decorating skills, Mrs. NH traveled across the Atlantic, Hello Kitty cake pan in hand. She decided she was going to go simple for Little NH1’s family birthday celebration in Prague. I stopped off at the local pizza joint and got some margherita pizzas to go. When I got home, I found the Hello Kitty cake below.
The frosting was from scratch. Butter cream, I think. I can only imagine how long piping that thing took. Kind of made my pizza contribution look mediocre. I’m getting used to that. Think they are, too.
Yes, she’s a heckuva mom. Not a bad baker, either.
NotHemingway 
Love the cakes! Amazing. Such creative talent.