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The Tractor Cake

Once upon a time, in a former life, I was a professional cake decorator.

I enjoyed it, and was very good at it.  But decorating professionally is a stressful occupation; clients and customers can be demanding, and most professional decorators are perfectionists.  It can also affect your health, if you do it for many years – you basically stand in the same spot, in basically in the same position, doing very repetitive motions, for many hours a day.  My career spanned nearly a decade, and I wouldn’t go near a cake or turntable for years afterwards.

Now, having said that, I’ve decided in recent years that cake decorating is a really fun hobby.  I don’t eat cake, of course, but see no problem with a great, big sugary treat for a birthday if you can tolerate the occasional dose of gluten and refined sugar (to say nothing of the artificial colorings), especially if the person celebrating the birthday is a child.

Recently, we were talking with a friend whose daughter turned 3 yesterday about the party she was planning for the little girl.  She had a problem because the little girl had asked for a tractor cake – our friend’s parents have some land, and her daughter is fascinated with Granpa’s tractor.  The problem was that other than a cheesy cake from a grocery store with a plastic toy tractor on it, she was having trouble finding a tractor cake – especially one that might appeal to a 3-year-old girl.

So I came to the rescue.

And I haven’t had this much fun with a cake in a very long time.

Tractor Cake

Pigs and Lamb

Cow, Chicken, Duck

Tractor, Chicken, Duck


11 comments

Wow – look at you GO!!
I’m so impressed!

Lisa says:

Wow. And a little girl who likes tractors? Go her!

Be says:

This was so beautiful! You can’t see the intricate detail work here but it was fascinating just watching her do this. Too cute!

I saw this on FB and wondered if you had made it. “Nah,” I thought. “That’s the work of a professional.”

Beautiful work!

j3nn says:

That is one of the cutest cakes I have ever seen!! You are so talented. I like it so much that I want one for my next birthday and I’m 32, lol!

Nice work on the rolled fondant. Did you do it by hand? I must admit I was spoiled when I did my wedding cakes, I had a pastry rolling machine in a big shop. It made it a lot easier, that’s for sure.
One thing though, I hate the taste of rolled fondant. It could be because you can always see all the little nicks and marks left on the cake from accidentally nudging it. LOL
I can totally relate to the perfectionist thing – that’s why I would NEVER make it as a pastry chef. I can make all the cakes, all the different formulas, but I am not an anal person. Unfortunately, (as I am prejudiced against all the pastry chefs I have ever worked with,) that’s in the job description, so my manner doesn’t fly.
I love the marzipan work too. All in all, it shows you are a professional at this.

Sprite's Keeper says:

This belongs on Sunday Sweets on cake wrecks.com!

I bow before your greatness – is there nothing you can’t do? Sheesh, woman! You are one of the most talented (and nicest) people I know. It’s beautiful!!! And what Jen said… ;)

MamaBadger says:

That is one sweet cake. And as the parent of a recipient, I can attest that they taste as good as they look!

Alex says:

Adorable! You definitely have show-stopping cake decorating skillz!

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