This is a piss poor picture of the wedding cake I made for my son's wedding. Not that a GOOD picture would have made the cake look any better.
This is a classic case of what my brain sees my fingers can't do.
First of all, this was supposed to be a classic champagne cake. Instead it turned into a purple Lambrusco cake with a quite lovely filling of whipped cream, powdered sugar and boysenberry jam.
Who the hell ever heard of a purple wedding cake?
The picture doesn't do the frosting justice either. The frosting in this photo looks rather tame -- quite pink -- but tame, nonetheless. The real live version of the frosting looked more neon and less pastel. And that isn't cheese laying all over the cake -- it was white chocolate -- that looked exactly like mozzarella.
Everybody had quite a laugh at my expense for what could have passed as a 1960's fuzzy faux fur hat. But y'know what? There wasn't any left. Just a silver cardboard tray with purple crumbs and bits of curling white chocolate.
Never judge a pink hat box by it's cover, I always say.