Ball of Wool

It was Rachael's 30th birthday yesterday so I hired a knitting shop for her and a few friends to go to in the evening. If that all sounds a bit tame, you should know that it's the only knitting shop in London with a fully licensed bar! We also went for dinner beforehand (curry, what else?) so by the time the evening was over we were all nicely wobbly, and Rachael had spent the GDP of a small country on wool.

Oh, I baked a cake too...

Cake shape courtesy of the amazing "any shape as long as it's round" cake mould I bought to make this.

Scare Bear

The Bears Arms is a pop-up pub that appeared in my brother's flat for his birthday. He went to a lot of effort getting a friend to build a flat-packable bar, and we bought in a load of different beers and lagers from a local micro-brewery.

Since he went to so much effort I thought I'd invest some time in an appropriate cake...

Here's a micro-sketch of the cake I drew while we were at the micro-brewery. I could only find a pink pen at the time.

Once I got home I drew it out as a full size (not life-size!) template to lay over the cake for cutting to shape...

...like so.

It looks a bit cuddly at the moment, but it'll hopefully fiercen up. If fiercen is actually even a word.

Some marzipan and coloured icing later, and it's *starting* to look a bit more cross.

...and there we go. I like that he's a little bit boss-eyed :-).

As it turned out, the partygoers where a bit more fierce than the cake was. Maybe revenge for the severed hand cake?