A Tribute

This is a continuation of my previous post - documenting my roommate's birthday, a tribute cake to my one of my favorite blogs, and my inevitable failure in the attempt of going one week (just one measly week) without sugar.

I promised pictures. I got the pictures. Beware...

echoed from the previous posting - "O and it broke when I flipped the cake onto the cooling rack"

Also take note of the enormous chunk in the middle that stuck to the cake pan. 

Gobs of toasted coconut and coconut milk butter cream to make it aaall(most) better.

"aaand no candles. Just tea lights."

Front and center displayed for all the folks to see (really horrendous, but those who got the "wreck" joke just laughed harder):

From this angle, you're able to appreciate the full glacial effect of the warmed buttercream. You can't even tell what shape the cake really is. Priceless.

Also, note the tribute poo swirl, border, and lettering...melting and oozing all over the place.

tasted good though.

And, again, I realized there was no redeeming a cake's outcome after wrecking its psyche by calling it a wreck in the first place, even if only in conception, before its...its offensive construction.

I still have some left. 

It'll probably be my dinn -- BLAST! Right. No sugar. [feels a cold sweat coming]. I can handle this, right? Sure, no problem...piece of ca-- o wait. I mean, easy as pi-- DOH!

Well, it'll be fine. It'll be aaalright. 

[hugging knees, rocking back and forth doe-eyed, whimpering-ly humming a comforting tune]