By Great White Snark | July 29, 2009
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.)
Take this “fondant and our Strawberries Chantilly flavor” Star Wars Death Star cake by the perennially-talented Rick Reichart of cakelava bakery, for example. This cake 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.
On the other hand, 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.