The Engineer didn't really want a cake (he isn't much of a cake man but will make exceptions for cheesecake!) but how can a birthday be a birthday without a birthday cake, right?
Seeing as I was still suffering from homesickness at the time, I was in 'no shape to bake' (hey! that rhymes!) so I thought I'd order one from this little place that the Bead Queen had told Pinkie about years ago.
This bakery is actually fabulous but it doesn't really have a name (not that I know of anyway!) much less a signboard announcing its whereabouts along United Nations Road. In fact, it's so much a part of the scenery that blink.... and you'll miss it!
The place may be nameless and faceless but boy can they bake! You name it and they can bake a cake of it! They have cakes in the shape of dolls, baskets of flowers, bicycles and even the map of Africa. Pinkie and I got the map for Girlfriend and the Boss when they were leaving Tanzania. The cakes taste as good as they look too!
I wanted a Spiderman cake for The Engineer who is a HUGE Spiderman fan but the ones they had were waaayyy too big for the number of people who were coming so I settled for a Batman cake instead:
See! Lovely and complete with black icing. They don't give you any of that awful, fluffy type of light icing that the commercial bakeries force on you these days. It's good old fattening absolutely delicious, butter-cream icing. They remind me of the homemade birthday cakes my mum used bake when I was small.
Now that you're properly impressed with the cakes, let me show you where they come from:
Told you it was nameless and faceless. It doesn't look like it's capable of producing a muffin leave alone delicious, gorgeous cakes. If there's anything Tanzania has taught me, it's to look beyond the obvious. The most beautiful things can emerge from the ugliest of places!
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