Take this “fondant and our Strawberries Chantilly flavor” Star Wars Death Star cake by the perennially-talented Rick Reichart of cakelava bakery: It by far presents the best representation of the Empire’s battle station I’ve yet seen. And I’ve documented enough awful Death Star cakes to know how easily a cake artisan can go awry with this particular design.
These cakes can be such a source of inner turmoil for me. Of course, by “inner turmoil,” I mean a case of brow-furrowing consternation that persists for a few seconds before my wandering attention and I catch sight of something shiny and move on.
(Hey, look! I found a quarter! Oh. Just a nickel. Forget it.)
Plus, long-time GWS readers know how I feel about the over-indulgence of America’s youth. In terms of rotting our country’s culture, it’s right up there with VH1’s reality show line-up and that damn rock music the kids are listening to.
From Rick’s wife and bakery-partner Sasha:
This Death Star birthday cake was made for Andrew, a 6-year old whose parents started a tradition of ordering a sculpted cake each year for his birthday based on what he’s into. This year it was Star Wars. In our initial contact with the client she explained: “…having a sculpted birthday cake has been a tradition of ours that i would like to uphold – i know it’s excessive for a 6-year-old, but the cakes are so beautiful and they always represent a “stage of life” for our son and what he is really into that year (his cake last year was racer x from speedracer!)”
Yeah. When you find yourself saying, “I know it’s excessive, but,” …it’s a sure sign you should stop whatever you’re doing. I don’t care if you’re about to eat your third Hardee’s Monster Thickburger of the day, purchase $3,000 rims for your $2,000 Honda Civic, or get an over-the-top, extravagant cake for your young son’s birthday for the sixth year in a row… if you know it’s excessive, don’t do it.
“Excessive” is super-fun-time right up until your real estate bubble pops and your country’s rate of personal credit card debt has exploded.
In conclusion, over-indulgent mothers are to blame for the state of our economy. I certainly don’t blame Rick, who “was glad to make something other than the Millennium Falcon, which he’s done 3 times and R2-D2 3 times as well.” Clickity-click those links to see his other work.