Yesterday was Gabe's birthday, so Tuesday morning I set out to make a fabulous three layer cake...which turned out to be fabulous only in theory. Halfway into the frosting process, the entire back of the cake crumbled and caved like a Californian rock slide. And, at that moment a vital lesson was learned: There is absolutely no cake crater that scads of frosting can't fix. You may literally have to use your bare hands to scoop handfuls of frosting into said crater, but don't give up. It can be fixed.
Needless to say, fantabulous fantasy cake was ruined, and the cake train took a sharp left turn to Seussville (see photo above). It was the only way I could salvage it. I adjusted the layers to be slightly off center, whipped up a batch of green frosting and threw some crazy aqua polka dots on top of it all. Seussified.
It may have been the most tragic cake I've seen, but, it's the thought that counts, right? :)