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My First Iced Cake



Vanilla Cake
Whipped Cream Frosting
Buttercream Flowers
Strawberries
Crooked Chocolate smiley

It may not be perfect, but it's the best cake I've ever made!

Comments

notyet100 said…
wow,,..;-) very cute,..
Curry Leaf said…
HATS OFF TO YOU SIMRAN. I am too scared to do it.
For me these are PERFECT. You are brave enough to cross that hurdle.

BTW, I too sometime finish baking at 2 am. I am a night owl, dear Banker(Baker) Behna :)- read abt u at EC's.

Strawberries have started coming here, I am sure there also season has started.Do check hypercity.
Sayali said…
Congrats..it has come out so perfect...too good
Awesome job, Simran. For a first time, I'm shocked at how flat you got the top! <3
Awesome job, Simran. For a first time, I'm shocked at how flat you got the top! <3
Adele said…
Very very nice. Are you really sure you've never done this before?
Khaugiri said…
It's really very very nice!!!
Srimathi said…
looks pretty good simran. Nice work,
Vandana Rajesh said…
beautiful cake.icing perfectly done...love the smiley.
Apu said…
It does look very good - great job Simran!!
Srivalli said…
Looks awesome Simmi, are you really sure this is your first time??.where is the recipe?..if it is eggless I will surely want it..
Nachiketa said…
This is just S-U-P-E-R..... Looks lovely n the smiley's super cool..... Love it....


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