29/03/2026
Yes. Another case of cake spam because I can’t pick just a few photos!! 😂 AND!! I have a story for you - as per my instagram you’ll see it can only be viewed here in full as it’s just too much waffle for poor insta to handle !! Lol so it’s lovely to have you here too!
📣 enter, long and ridiculous story!
So. My aunty from QLD arrived late the night before this delicious construction was set for collection. Additionally, Mumsie came over to meet her here. Not only did we laugh our way into the wee hours of the morning, but Aunty Fay insisted we try this sock curl method in our hairs overnight…so we went to bed ridiculously late (or early if you count it as part of the day that it ACTUALLY clocked over to!!) with full hearts, sore sides, and with a head full of sock balls 😂
The following morning as I woke, I checked the time and could see it was already rapidly disappearing! I thought I better just quickly duck outside and photograph the cake before my lovely customers were due to arrive. As Aunty Fay was not yet up and about, I felt I couldn’t reveal the results of my socks. So I left them in and I stayed in my PJ’s too. Then outside I went with the cake to join the humidity which had decided to make an appearance also. It became quickly apparent that time was absolutely of the essence!! So I’m there snapping away, and a car arrives. I’m thinking it’s probably stopping to recalibrate or whatever as that’s something that often happens, and I continue to attempt to capture every possible angle of my creation 🤩 But then the engine stops…and I hear car doors…I’m sure an engine shut off has never seemed so loud and somewhat alarming…I knew how I must appear. I hit the deck and pulled the socks out of my hair, but the status of jammies and photographing the cake I could do nothing about. It was too late to dash back into the house without being seen, so I popped back up to see over the fence, greeted my customers, awkwardly owned this ridiculous situation - goodness knows, they may even have seen the socks and the dive to the ground 😂 - and everyone moved along. Phew! Josh was leaving early that morning to work and had said going to bed that I had to leave my hair until he was around to see these results!! I joked and said I was NOT greeting my cake customers looking like Princess Leia. No. But there I was, cutting it all pretty fine!
…I would like think that was the worst of it. But no. Almost unbelievably, there was more. Even though the situation was moving along, being that I am who I am I really had only moved along in theory. In reality, I was a bumbling mess trying to compensate 😂 “Stoppit, Brean!” I said to myself…and I knew it was me, because I recognised my voice 😂😂😂 ANYWAY, as custody of the cake was handed over I offered to assist to get the cake to the car…like I usually do…only this time, the customer was carrying cake - not my usual move. But anyway, I wasn’t going to engage in back and forth with the cake, I was already on this ice! So my new role was to offer to open a door to get the cake into the car. Seems straight forward enough, but I should have just stuck to what I knew and carried the cake instead. Still thrown after the whole socks in hair gig, I successfully proved every theory of operating a car door being fairly easy to navigate, WRONG. I opened the door alright, it seemed straight forward at that stage…but I was so enthusiastic about it it would seem that I bogged it into the nature strip too!! Mate. “Calm down you door opening psycho” - I said to myself. Again, you would think it would be easy enough to just close the door. But no, no…after a beautiful spot of soaking in rain the nature strip was so soft and lovely. So soft and lovely that the corner of that door had no trouble getting amongst it. Like right in there. Yep 👌🏻
Why though?
Why.
So yes, then ensued a wrestle with a door on my nature strip. I was feeling SO sorry and equally bad. At one point I did think it was going to be easier to just take the door off and leave without it. But apart from anything, the cake probably would have flown right out of the car on its way back to Dubbo if we did that 😉
😂😂😂
Noooo it was ok, after a bit of perseverance from the owner and a stern telepathic talking to from myself, the door got its act together and allowed the owner to unbog it. All was well from that point - I came inside to die a million deaths and my most lovely customers - birthday girl included - managed to get on their way to all the fun ahead for their special occasion celebrations.
Gracious me. What fun! At the end of the day it is confirmed once again that have the most wonderful and gracious of people on the whole to create special occasion bakes for 💕 in this instance we had two tiers of the softest, fluffiest, yummiest cake - layers of vanilla on the bottom and layers of banana on top - held together with perfectly complimentary smooth and sweet vanilla buttercream. I can only speak for the off cuts - well, Josh can only speak for the off cuts lol - but this was melt in your mouth level soft! HUGE thanks once again to the ever brilliant Roxy at for printing my edible images and always doing a fabulous job, and of course to the people who entrust their special occasion bakes to me 🙏🏻 it’s always my privilege ✨
