We're busy and had some pretty cool cakes today. A turquoise, pink and melon colored bustier for a bachelorette party. A stacked square cake in manly blues, greens and purples with a monogram on the top tier. Then there is this one... It's my fault that the ticket only gave half of the instructions -- "cut from 10-inch square chocolate."
I took the order a couple of weeks ago but I truly do not remember what shape we were supposed to cut this cake into. No worries, we'll just call the customer and ask. This is exactly why we always ask for a phone number. Things, unfortunately, are never as simple as they seem. The woman who answered the phone realized that the person we needed to speak with was her mother and passed the phone. Turns out the cake was supposed to be a surprise for the daughter (oops!) and the shape was a heart. Of course she had not told us about the surprise part when she ordered the cake and she had a laugh about it. As we were hanging up, she said her daughter wanted to say something.
"My poor old mother is housebound and I am a school teacher. You should think seriously about giving her a discount since you' spoiled her surprise."
"OK, we'll think about it."
The reason we called in the first place is that we had two cakes that needed to be cut from 10-inch square cakes. Here is the other one. The instructions could not have been more different.
"Red car with flames -- cut from 10-inch square white cake."
You can't see the red glitter in the photo and it probably still needs a door, but I know Crawford and he'll love it without the door.