Fat clown, tiny head. I'm singing "fat clown with a tiny head" like "fat man in a tiny coat" from Tommy Boy.
It looks like that shrunken head character in Beetlejuice. When Geena Davis and Alec Baldwin are in the waiting room of the afterworld?
It's my own fault that my clown is so fat. "You're using the wrong tip," my instructor said. I said, "I know, I don't care, I like this better!" But, that was before I took the little plastic clown head out of the package. I didn't realize how small it really was. I felt bad that I fated him to a fat life, so fat that I couldn't even fit a little friend for him on the other side of the cake. There were supposed to be two on there for the assignment.
Well, don't order a clown cake from me just yet I guess. I think the dots are cute and I'm decently happy with the shell border. It's harder than you think...
Oh, it's chocolate cake with chocolate ganache and raspberry filling - at least it tastes good.
To me, the best part was that Brad thought the clown body looked more like a brain (why have I talked about brain in my last two posts?) and now wants a zombie cake with a brain for his birthday. Not totally weird, he likes zombies. Hopefully I can get some good inspiration at the zombie pub crawl we're going to on Saturday.
