“Don’t spend that much on an Elsa cake! I will totally make one for you.”
Ah, ha. Famous last words. Why is it that whenever I expect things to go smoothly, I end up with chunky peanut butter?
One of Finny’s preschool friends was turning five, and like just about every girl under the age of fourteen, she is a major fan of Frozen. Surely you have heard of this small, independant film? You know the one; made by Disney, starring not one but TWO sparkly princesses… The same one that people are spending hundreds of dollars on merchandise on Ebay… The movie whose soundtrack I have managed to tune out much like a seasoned mother tunes out the tantrums of her two-year-old…
In December, I made Alice and Ariel cake and I thought I would tackle this one in much the same manner. A plain, round cake with a VERY basic princess on top. Nothing too fancy, and “not Ace of Cakes or anything, so don’t get too excited.” The internet is chock full of Elsa cakes. I’d find a little inspiration, get to try my hand at marshmallow fondant (to get rid of the marshmallows taunting me from the pantry) and maybe even get super fancy with sugar “ice.” Hell yeah.
My first batch of sugar ice never got any harder than maple syrup. Many YouTube videos and and two hours later, I was proudly admiring my second batch of perfect blue sugar glass. And I was ready to tackle a fondant Elsa as soon as the kids went to bed.
Fondant Elsa had other plans. Turns out marshmallow fondant isn’t quite as stiff as regular fondant. Just as I was working on her head, I noticed her slowly slumping to one side. I went to cut another toothpick to hold her up and as I turned around, I watched the skewer holding her up poke through her shoulder. I gave up and waited for her to dry out a bit before I kept going.
She dried up enough to stand on her own by the next morning. The cakes were baked, frosting was made, and the following evening I got to assembling everything. Purple and blue marbled cakes got a coat of teal frosting and marshmallow fondant snow. I made a fondant Olaf which turned out much better than expected. The blue and purple sugar ice was set to go on the next morning before the party.
Just as I was finished putting the sugar ice on, I stopped to snap a picture of my handiwork. It turned out pretty cute and just as I was patting myself on the back, Alice decided she would take a taste. She gouged out a hunk of fondant and cake from the top of the cake and I completely lost it. I started crying and yelling; it was as ugly as the time Finn knocked over the Christmas tree and smashed half of my childhood ornaments. A few minutes later I realized I was being an idiot. I smooshed in a few more shards of sugar ice and packed everything up in the car. I may or may not have sung “Let it Go” to move past my drama.
It was hot that day. We stopped to get lunch at McDonalds on the way to the party. Just like every Saturday afternoon, the place was packed, but the kids were so excited to get to the party that they didn’t ask once to go in the playplace. We headed over to the gymnastics gym. And we were the only ones there for Ava’s party. Because I was an entire day too early.
On the way home, I noticed that the whole cake was slumping… It was too hot, and all the movement in the car was making all the frosting slide down around the cake’s ankles. By the time I got home, I was crying again. (Might I mention I was more than a little hormonal?) I did the only thing I could think of; I pulled Elsa and Olaf off and we ate the cake. I drug the kids to the grocery store and gathered all the supplies to make a whole new cake.
“The cake never bothered me anyway….”
As I was putting it all together the next morning, Finn was more than a little confused.
“Didn’t we eat that cake yesterday?” Yes we did, son. Yes we did.
Cake 2.0 made it to the party relatively unscathed and the birthday girl loved it. Which made it all worth it in the end.