My birthday, of course, was fabulous because by default my birthday is simply a fabulous day. But it was also good because I made everyone pay attention to me and wear stupid party hats. Also because I could finally unveil the great cake. Behold, the Death Star Birthday Cake:
That's no moon.
I had originally planned to have a more exacting replica by icing it with fondant, until I realized that fondant sucks, as was perfectly summed up in this conversation with Mrs. Sizemore:
Mrs. Sizemore: hallo miss lady
how was your bday?
me: It was great. Except here's what I learned:
Fondant? I hate fondant.
Mrs. Sizemore: ooo
fondant is a bitch
and it does not taste good
it's like an ugly chick that doesn't put out
Of course, since I am me, I could not simply settle for one awesome Death Star cake with delicious delicious buttercream frosting. I had to flank it with images of an intergalactic war:
For the non-nerds: TIE fighters, Death Star, x-wing fighter.
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good piping bag at your side, kid. The epic battle between good and evil is deliciously sugary and goes great with milk.