If a google search has directed you here so you can make a cake shaped like male genitalia, welcome.
This is the cake I made for my niece a few weeks ago. It was her birthday, and I wanted to make our family jewel a very special cake. The Very Special Cake was supposed to look like one of those elegantly frosted watercolour cakes you see on Pinterest. It was supposed to be subtle and sophisticated.
Most of the watercolour cakes I saw online didn’t have giant balls, but I thought they might balance the garish frosting I had slathered on my version. You know, tone it down. I was feeling pretty clever when I pulled those gems from my stash of nut savers. But after adding a pair, the cake looked… less sophisticated? Which is weird because giant balls are almost always considered classy.
Some of you will say: I don’t think the cake looks that bad. And you’re right, I’ve seen worse. But then this happened as we drove along a bumpy, country road:
My balls dropped.
(If a google search of the male reproductive system has directed you here, welcome.)
My niece didn’t complain a bit. She acted like she had never seen such a more glorious tribute to puberty. Other than Justin Bieber, that is.