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Car on a cake

It's unusual that Graham makes requests for his birthday.  But for this one he asked if I could make a birthday cake with a picture of Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes on it.  (He's not especially a Lewis Hamilton fan, it's just that the Mercedes happens to have a big number 44 on it.  Guess how old he was this birthday!)  Now, drawing racing cars is not my particular forte, but you know, since he's my husband and all, I figured I'd have a go.

There are plenty of pictures out there, of course: a quick Google Images search turned up this one, and I sat down to try and transcribe it onto paper.  My pencil drawing came out well enough that I felt able to carry on - at least, it looked roughly like a Formula 1 car and the perspective wasn't completely screwed up.


The cake was a simple sponge cake.  I marzipanned and iced it, and set to work.  With the drawing in hand, cutting out the shapes in fondant was relatively simple, as I could trace the lines onto the icing with the point of a knife.  Then it was just a matter of jigsawing them all together, and adding a few lines of detail.  There were a few more things I could have added if it hadn't been getting rather late; and really, the 44 would have been better piped if I'd had some writing icing handy.  But anyone who watches F1 could tell that was Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes, right?


And here's my crazy boys celebrating Graham's birthday!


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