Darn it, yesterday was Cthulu Day and I forgot. I swear I would have baked a cake, had I remembered.
Maybe not as awesome as the 200 pound octopus cake from Highland Bakery in the Buckhead area of Atlanta where I inexplicably used to live. But definitely with tentacles.
I’ve actually gotten pretty decent at making kind of wrong-looking but delicious cakes, usually pretty organic and substituting stuff like hemp milk for moo cow milk and such. I don’t carve them because (a) I am utterly unqualified to do so and (b) more importantly that might involve less cake.