This post is dedicated to my old friend Serena, in memory of toothbrush bracelets, junk car photo shoots, and army men cakes.
This cake was Davie's idea, pulled from a website one of his friends had found and recommended. I'll post the link here eventually, so it's not a complete plagiarism of someone else's fabulous idea.
All you need are two white cake mixes and a whole box of food coloring. I really wanted to call this the Punky Brewster cake, but David vetoed it. He said the closest I could get was the Rainbow Unicorn Cake. We're trying to devise ways to invent an edible unicorn horn to stick on the top of the cake——any ideas?
Here is me looking creepier than usual, adding even MORE food coloring to the different bowls of cake mix. You can see the edge of our sticker charts poster off to the left there. I drew that carrot. We put a sticker on it everyday we don't eat meat. (We've done it twice. Which is almost more stickers than our "flossing" chart has. But you should see our book-reading chart!)
Here's David, looking less creepy than me but just as sneaky.
Then we poured the cake batters into the pans (for some reason you need two white cake mixes instead of just one, though we did have a half a bread pan's worth of cake batter leftover).
I had to take a picture of the mess because it looked like we'd been cooking with paint. (As a side note, actually eating the cake makes you feel like you're eating playdoh.)
Here they are, fresh from the oven, in muted '70s retro coloring.
David made homemade cheesecake icing (way more effort than I ever would have put forth on my own).
Our cake looked like a rainbow baby swaddled in cloud candy (complete plagiarism of Tim Curry in the earlier mentioned Psych episode—this is a nod to you, Becca). But it really did look like that. We said so repeatedly. (P.S. I iced the cake. Awesome job, huh?)
