So, this weekend my friends and I celebrated a good friend's birthday, and I was charged with the task of making the birthday cake. I asked my friend's fianceƩ what she thought he'd like, and she said "He'd love a TARDIS cake!". The challenge was set. After all, how hard could a big blue rectangle really be?
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
The night before the party, I made the butter cakes and sat down to do some hardcore research. I spent over an hour online looking for a nice, clean image of the TARDIS that I could trace, and I was actually really disappointed with what I found. Nothing seemed to be right. And then I stood up and looked down at my t-shirt... Yep, I'm a massive idiot.
So, I got to work quickly tracing the image onto baking paper, which happened to be exactly the right size for the cakes I baked. I use this method to help me cut out the rough shape, and sometimes (depending on the cake) I use it as a template for making the detailed decorations to make sure they're in proportion to the final image (there's nothing worse than making a character cake's eyes too small or large, or not being able to fit all the detailed fondant pieces onto the iced cake!).
I got up on the morning of the party, had breakfast (and lots of coffee to wake myself up properly), and got to work just before 11am. I cut my two rectangular butter cakes to size, using toothpicks to hold the smaller pieces in place before attaching them with buttercream (I left the toothpicks in because I was scared the cake might sag):
I then covered it in buttercream icing... pretty badly, because I need more practice icing cakes neatly. (The next time I do this, I will definitely dip my spatula in hot water to smooth out the lumps on the buttercream, because they show through the fondant icing.)
I always roll my fondant out on baking paper (which I sticky-tape onto the bench), because it stops it from sticking as I'm rolling it out, and keeps the pure icing sugar in one manageable place. Then after a lot of rolling, fiddling, swearing, cutting, smoothing, swearing, fiddling, re-rolling, swearing, fiddling and more swearing, I finally got the damned thing covered. I decided to do the fondant layer while it was still on the baking paper and chopping board (see the buttercream photo above), which meant that I had to carefully maneuver it onto the cake board once it was iced. I'm not certain I'd do it that way again, but at least it worked without any dramas! I neatened up the edges of the cake by cutting away the excess fondant.
Then came the tricky part: putting on the decorations in the right order, so that it would look like more than just a blue art deco building. I was conscious of the fact that I'm very bad at cutting straight lines at the best of times, so I bought a metal ruler to help me, which was mildly successful. (Metal, I reasoned, would be the easiest to sterilise.) I'm sure that if I'd had more time, I could have done a neater job. I was using this excellent TARDIS cake as inspiration, and while I can now see the fondant joins and the dints and such in that cake, while I was making mine, I was incredibly frustrated by the imperfections of my icing job. In fact, I got so cross that my Mum (who had been kindly pottering about to offer me assistance during the day) actually went outside for a while to give me space and to get away from my temper. Still, I knew that the only person who would notice the mistakes would be me, so eventually I accepted my work, lumps and all.
Finally, I needed to put the finishing touches on the cake! I must admit, I cheated and asked my Mum to pipe the POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX for me, because my handwriting is dreadful. She perhaps wasn't as meticulous in her text positioning as I'd liked, but she did a tremendous job, and I'm very thankful that she was so patient and helpful after my temper tantrums. I wrote out the majority of the text in the information panel on the door (I couldn't fit it all on, so two of the lines were just squiggles), made the St John's Ambulance badge, painted the handles and lock on, and voila! Finished TARDIS cake!
I finished it about 15 minutes before our dinner reservation for 7pm, so I put it in a box, buckled it into my front seat, and carefully drove to the restaurant for my friend's birthday, and I was only about 15 minutes late! That's what I call making it by the skin of your teeth!
The waitress at the restaurant was very kind, and after we'd eaten the cake she actually asked me if I took commissions, so I gave her my contact details. So... I guess this is it! I'll have to figure out accurate costings, get myself some food handling certifications, and get some sort of a small business page set up somewhere, because I might actually be able to use this as a source of income!
I really enjoy making cakes, and I always try to choose designs that provide a good challenge that involves using techniques I haven't tried before. In this instance, I hadn't had to make any straight edges or clean lines before, so this cake helped me realise just how time-consuming straight lines can be.
The total decoration time was 8 hours, plus cooking made it 10 hours all up. It was totally worth it for my friend's reaction. He was completely stunned, he just sat there staring at the cake in awe. Mission accomplished!















