Last Thursday my little nephew turned two. As I listened to the plans for his special day I noticed a cake was not mentioned. I asked if I could make one. His mother consented, giving one simple instruction. It had to be chocolate. My nephew loves chocolate!
My sister-in-law was throwing a Yo Gabba Gabba party, complete with hats, napkins, figurines, noise makers, and other Gabba paraphernalia. I've done a lot of cupcakes lately, and I immediately formed some ideas for Brobee cupcakes. He seems to be Jax's favorite.
Here's a video of him in action in case you don't know who he is.
Andrea prefers Foofa.
But the more I thought about it, the more I felt a full-sized cake would make a much bigger impact on a two year old. Around 3:00 P.M. I mixed up my first batter, and just before 11:00 P.M. I slipped the finished product in the fridge. It was a record for me. Layers of chocolate cake, whipped ganache, and fresh raspberries marinated over night whilst I awaited the big reveal of my. . . .
Brobee cake!
Jax saw the cake and said, "Oh! Brobee!" I was so excited that he could actually recognize him.
We sang to Jax and he blew out the candle so well we lit it again and let him blow it out a second time. While we cleared a spot on the counter for cake cutting, Jax examined the smooth fondant. He poked, stroked, wiggled, and walked his fingers along the cake until we had to rush it away after his finger went up his nose. He was served a piece and after each bite exclaimed, "Yummy!" It was worth every minute spent on that cake for his reaction.
Unfortunatly. . . Brobee went to a party. . . a party in our tummy. . .
That cake was epic and impressive. Thankyou so much!!! Not to mention that it really was delicious. xooxooxoxo
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