Are you getting tired of me going on about Frozen yet?  Maybe I haven't posted about it nearly as much as I think about it and bake about it and listen to it, but it feels to me like Elsa and Anna are showing no signs of slowing down their reign among the Kindergarten girl set.  (Listen to me, sounding like I'm complaining when I actually totally love it.)  

I'm sure its target audience spans more than the 4 and 5 year old girls I happen to be surrounded by, and I would love to know if there are older kids (and boys?!) who are as into this movie as these little girls are.

At any rate, I was approached last week by a friend of a friend I used to work with at Labatt (again, LOVE how the internet works!) about making a Frozen cake for her daughter's 5th birthday.  She was torn between a sweet, simple, single-tier round cake with an Olaf fondant figurine (similar to this one) vs. a doll cake.

Yes, you know the doll cake.  THAT doll cake.  The one with the Barbie stuck in the cake so the cake looks like a massive, oversized, edible Gone with the Wind dress.

(PS When are these dresses coming back into style?  I'm so ready for them to make a comeback!)

When she asked for my opinion, I could not hold back.  I told her she would be crowned Best Mom Ever if she got her daughter a doll cake.  As far as I'm concerned, for a 5-year-old girl with a penchant for princesses, the doll cake is IT.  It doesn't get any better.  A 5-year-old who gets a doll cake is living the dream.  And there is such a small window in a little girl's life when it is so perfect.  By the time she turns 6 or 7, she is on to bigger things, and her little girl princess dreams are just memories.

Or maybe it's just me trying live vicariously because I never got a doll cake of my own.  (Ahem, MOM, I'm looking at you.)

So she went for it!  She dropped her daughter's Elsa doll off with me so I could build the cake around her, because as we all know, it is impossible to get your hands on any Elsa merchandise right now.  (Language warning, but here is an article about how crazy some parents are getting about this stuff.)

Unexpectedly, it turned out that the Elsa doll she brought was a good 4 or 5 inches taller than your standard Barbie doll, who is 11.5 inches tall.  So the cake dress for Elsa turned out to be a solid 6 layers of cake!

Look at Elsa's hair.  This is one well-loved doll.

I wrapped her dress up tightly in plastic wrap to make sure she emerged unscathed after the party, and cut out a hole in each cake layer for her to rest in.  There is a small support structure under those top 6-inch layers, which makes this essentially a 2-tier cake.

After a bit of carving with a serrated knive to get to that dress shape, I piped on a couple of pounds (not even joking - this was one big cake!) of buttercream and smoothed it all out with my offset spatula.  We left this cake with a buttercream finish rather than fondant, all the better for little kids to stick their fingers into!

Here she is after she was crumb coated (or as the Cake Boss likes to call it, "dirty iced"):

A bit of ice blue buttercream and some piped snowflakes later, Elsa the snow queen emerged. 

Granted, her dress is a wee bit bulkier than it appeared in the film, but I can guarantee you that Disney did not animate six layers of chocolate cake under this dress:

Happy 5th birthday, Sydney!

Tangled was last year's Frozen in our household, even though Stacey was just 3.  It was one of her first movies, and she fell in love with Rapunzel, just like all the other little girls that saw it.  It didn't seem to have quite the marketing power behind it like Frozen does this year, but it is a total delight to watch.  [Related: Did you hear the theory that these Disney movies are in cahoots?  That sure does look like Rapunzel's haircut!]  [Also related:  Why does everything circle back to Frozen for me these days??]

Anyway, when Stacey turned four last June, I had been baking cakes semi-seriously for a couple years at that point, and I was feeling ready to tackle something pretty big for her birthday.  Four is still a bit early to be forming long-term memories, but I felt like a big, fun cake might start to build the foundation for the memories yet to be created in her childhood and beyond.

I have a flashbulb memory about a cake that my mom made when I was little (and thanks to Psych 101, I also have a flashbulb memory of learning about flashbulb memory).  Since my brother and I share summer birthdays, my mom had the brilliant idea one year for us to have a shared birthday party.  We must have been turning 6 and 8, or right around that age.  I don't remember being terribly thrilled about sharing a birthday party with my brother, but I do remember understanding that a shared birthday party meant a bigger, better party than I ever would have gotten on my own.

This party was at a skating rink in San Antonio, where we lived at the time.  It was the early 80s, the heyday of roller rinks.  This was a Big Deal to me.

And the cake.  Oh, the glorious cake.  Our mom made us an alligator cake, cut out of rectangular sheet cakes, piped with millions of tiny green stars with what must have been Wilton's 16 star tip.  And he had candy corn teeth.  I wanted those teeth most of all, but I don't think I got a piece with those candy corn teeth.

I wish I had a picture of that cake.  I wonder what it would look like in comparison with the picture in my memory.

But back to where I was going with this, don't we all have memories and pictures of ourselves with our cakes?  Pictures of our tiny, adorable toddler selves with our earliest birthday cakes, pictures of our painfully awkward teenage selves with our first boy-girl birthday cakes, pictures of our (nearly) grown-up selves with our wedding cakes, pictures of our gracefully aging selves with all those birthday cakes that span the decades of our lives?

Cakes help us mark our milestones.  And cakes that are made and served with love are the best kind of cakes in the world.

I truly adore making cakes for friends and family, and I feel strangely honored and humbled when one of my cakes gets to be a part of a special celebration, because I feel like the cake is an integral, intimate piece of the day.  I have always felt like this, even before I started this semi-serious baking hobby. 

Before Jennifer Julie Cakes existed, my cakes (like so many people's) were simple Duncan Hines affairs, straight from a box mix and a can of whipped frosting. 

I remember baking Stacey's 1st birthday cake ON her birthday.  It was a Friday night, and we had invited Andrew's folks to dinner to celebrate her birthday (or, in my mind, to celebrate our new little family surviving that first year).  I hadn't had the wherewithal to bake ahead of time, so after a stressful Friday at work, we rolled into the house at 6pm, and I threw a Duncan Hines cake in the oven. 

But even though it was late, and even though I had company waiting, I was bound and determined to bake her first birthday cake.  I wasn't about to give up that privilege just because I had had a long week.

I barely had time to let the cake cool before it was time to eat, so I plastered on a can of frosting (and sadly watched it melt around the sides of a cake still warm from the oven), and scribbled on Happy Birthday with one of those gel icing tubes.  Look at that blobby B from where there was a bubble in the icing tube!

I had tears in my eyes from exhaustion and embarrassment and frustration at not having had the time to bake a proper cake to celebrate my baby's biggest milestone to date.

But after I pulled myself together, that's when the magic took over.

As it turns out, it didn't matter.

It was my girl's first birthday, and she was having her first taste of cake.  Cake that I had made.  We had all survived that first year, and we were all going to be just fine.

That was a turning point in my cake-baking hobby.  Over the next few years, my visits to Pinterest and Google and Youtube increased as I grew more and more interested in improving my cakes.

For her second birthday, Stacey requested a pink piggy cake.  Here he his, with his little ear falling off and being supported by toothpicks:

By the time her third birthday rolled around, I had been dabbling even more, and had introduced myself to fondant.  And Stacey had grown into Sesame Street, and developed a fondness for Abby Cadabby and her pink and purple hair:

Even though she had a little sister by that time, I remember that third birthday as the first day I looked at my baby and saw a little girl.

Those first three birthday cakes were the stepping stones that led me to construct a tower out of sugar and place a plastic doll inside it.  Just because I could.  And just because she loved Rapunzel.

As parents, we all love our kids, and we all want to do right by them.  But we can't do it all, so we pick and choose the things we CAN do, and we hope that some of those things stick in our kids' memories along the way.

Some of us sew our kids Halloween costumes.  Some of us read favorite books ad nauseam.  Some of us spring for live princess actresses to come to our kids' birthday parties.  Some of us build our kids treehouses.  Some of us hand-paint furniture for our kids' rooms.  Some of us pick the nicest present we can afford.  And some of us make our kids cakes.