Remember the demented reindeer cupcakes I made for a work morning tea?
Remember the date of the morning tea? 18 December 2008.
Last week a workmate came running up to me, saying one of the cupcakes was still alive and well on someone’s desk! The person in question thought it too nice to eat and kept it. We donned the HAZMAT suits and scurried over to take a photo.
Excuse the black border; my computer’s broken and I’m on a borrowed machine with a free image editor that’s worth every cent. The cupcake’s Jaffa nose is cracking and there’s disturbing sinkage in the cheek areas, but ol’ Rudolph isn’t faring too badly. We could even ID it as the cupcake in the top photo on the first row, third from the left.
Unfortunately the keeper of the cupcake became embarrassed by our biohazard jokes and threw it out. As a peace offering, I said I’d make another batch of the animal of his choosing. He likes fish — argh, why can’t he like pandas or sheep?