Kobolds ate my baby...cake

So we played an RPG called Kolbolds Ate My Baby (KAMB). If you don't know what a Kolbold is, well, it is kinda like a cross between a gremlin and an angry hamster. If you don't know what an RPG is, it stands for Role Playing Game. If you don't know what a role playing game is, look it up. I'm not freakin' Webster.

Anyway, KAMB is what is known as a "Beer and Pretzels" RPG, because it is far less involved than most other RPGs. Because I will use damn near any excuse to make a cake, I baked one for this game...in the shaped of a baby...made of red velvet...for that nice bloody effect...and made it fondant preztels and a little cake and fondant beer stein with marshmallow froth. Yeah, I have issues. But the cake turned out pretty well. It looked great. It tasted a bit dry but still pretty good. I even stole an idea from Wilton Cakes and covered the cake plate in squares of colored fondant to make it look like a baby blanket. I was worried when I put a brunette curly q of hair on its bald little head that the hair looked like a pile of poo, but Arnold assured me that it did not.


In other news, we had some fun on Memorial Day playing mini golf. Greg suggested changing the rules a bit and it turned out to be quite entertaining. The 14th was the "bounce" hole. The 15th was the bowling hole and the 16th was the "pool cue" hole. The golf course was a lot of fun, especially because they had water traps and "sand" traps of rougher terrain.




After the golfing we drove go karts and had some fun in the arcade. We then went back to Greg and Amy's for a delicious Memorial Day dinner Amy had prepared. After that it was Karaoke Revolution. Arnold is pretty good at it. Amy is fantastic. Roger, Greg and I just marvel at how bad we really are. Arnold named his character for the game , which he dressed in a large tiger suit, Mr. Yiffles.

The Wonderful World of Drunken Cake

I had training in FL last week and stayed the weekend so I could hang out with my Mom. We had a blast. We made Chrys a birthday cake shaped like a wine bottle. It took us two days to make. Our first attempt was more or less a disaster but we learned a lot. We tried to make a 3-D stand- up bottle. It collapsed under its own weight and the fondant didn't work out well. The cake ended up with a fondant butt crack and leaned worse than that tower-thing in Pisa (see picture below).

Our second attempt turned out beautifully. We layed the cake down and made it look like fondant "wine" was spilling out of the top. We even named the wine "Chrysanna" and made its vintage date her birth year. In the end, we ended up making 6 batches of marshmallow fondant (real fondant tastes nasty), 2 16"x16" cakes and used 3 big tubs of icing in our many attempts to get this cake right. We got powered sugar and cake crumbs everywhere. We didn't realize that we hadn't cleaned our shirts when we went out to dinner and had to clean up in the truck with McDonald's napkins and bottled water. Chrys loved the cake. One of the Birthday party guests thought it was one of Chrys' artwork pieces and was surprised when she found out it was a cake. Mom had to make them cut into it. No one wanted to voluntarily destroy it. I find this funny because it is cake and therefore will eventually go bad. The choices are eat it and enjoy or watch the thing go moldy.

Mom and I decided to go to Epcot and the Magic Kingdom on Sunday. We had a blast. Epoct was having its annual flower and garden festival and the landscaping was amazing. They had topiaries shaped in all sorts of Disney Characters. When we got to the Magic Kingdom, Mom and I rode the teacups, which we love and haven't done in years. The cups have wheels in the center that make the cup rotate faster if you spin them. Some people sit there and don't spin the wheel. These people are odd and should be evaluated for the chronic mental illness known as "Boring"

We got out faces painted (as always). Mom got Tinkerbell and I got the Cheshire Cat. We got funny looks, even in the Disney parks. I guess because most people think face paint is for kids. Well, most people are wrong!