We were going for height on this one, with alternating layers of chocolate and vanilla. The 'Dr. Suessesque' feeling of the cake (which was completely intentional) ended up requiring non-edible structural support by way of chopstick.
If Picasso had had a piping bag, his name would have been Carmen.
Tilting tower of tastiness.
Our beauty is surpassed only by our cakes.
Light your own damn candles, berfday bitch!
She huffed and she puffed and she blew the cake down. I ain't saying she a wolf, but she ain't hangin with no broke piggies....that was a stretch. I'm sorry Kanye.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA!
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