A few things you may not know:
I thank them for the flowers and the ice cream, and I think that we’re going to all play a round together – you know, a family round of my favorite game – and then I do a double take. Because the game board is a cake.
Thirty-eight. (Gumballs instead of candles).
…and there seems to be a fair amount of icing sampling. E “dirty ices” the cake…
…and then gets to working on the fondant. I saw the ruler out in several of the photos, and the stacks of perfectly cut squares. I asked her how she made the indentations and she told me they used the game board itself to do it.
She stretched black thread in an ‘x’ across the plate to find the center, and then she carefully laid out each tile.
Apparently they searched for a card with thirty-eight marbles on it, but only found thirty-seven so they added one more to the cake. Still – you could solve this one if you wanted to. She “glued” the balls onto the cake with a little corn syrup, and pressed them in enough that they look like they are resting in holes on the board.
Then they squirreled it away in the fridge and wouldn’t let me near it.
It’s awesome. The best cake ever.
I can’t believe she thought of this idea in January, and carried it out in April. I can’t believe the little one kept the secret, only telling me a few times that they “most certainly were not working on any surprises for my birthday, they were only making bread and water.”
I can’t believe their dad said “You want to make a Colorku board out of cake and icing and fondant? Sure, why not?” and then made countless trips to pick up just the right ingredients for the job. I can’t believe that when they realized they didn’t have a light green gumball to match the light green marbles, they all collectively sucked on the dark green balls for just the right amount of time to make them light.
Actually, I can believe it all. This is why I’m a lucky, lucky gal. I’ve always thought the best part of birthdays was finding something meaningful and worth celebrating about someone and then running with it. Seeing that kid get it – and everybody run with it – is really the best gift of all.