Welcome to the Cake Shaming Club, Carrie Bickmore. Thanks for coming. Make yourself at home.
When I wrote about my cake shaming experience a couple of weeks ago, I thought I was alone. So alone. I had never heard of anyone else being shamed for the birthday cake they provided for their kids’ birthday.
Thank God I now have a friend in the form of my real-life friend Carrie, who has joined me in the birthday cake hall of shame.
Unlike my transgression against cakes (you can read about it here or on any of the sites around the world on which my shame has been shared after going viral), which included providing a birthday cake that "wasn't home-made" "cost too much" "encouraged violence" "brought out the worst in children" and made one woman insist she "would never have children after seeing that horrendous display of greed", Carrie committed a more specific crime.
Perhaps you can guess what she did SO VERY WRONG.
First, here is the cake:
Looks pretty amazing to me. Is Qantas spelled correctly? Tick. It's perfect!
She must have ordered it from one of those fancy places. Tsk tsk.
BUT NO. Carrie baked this plane cake from scratch. I don't recall seeing that particular cake in any birthday cake cookbook so she must have freestyled. Now that's just showing off, girlfriend.