Same book, different cake.
When I made a cake for The Younger's birthday [1], at the time I asked The Older which cake he would want for his birthday. He flipped through the book and pointed to one of the boats. That was September.
Come December, and it's time for The Older's birthday. And yes, I remembered which cake he pointed out.
[Ready to cut] [2] [3] [I think it's a fishing type boat] [4] [5] [There was an awful lot of frosting—good thing I did two layers [6] [7] [Entombed in frosting] [8] [9] [Couldn't find liourice lace, so I ended up making the lines with chocolate sauce] [10] [11]
Amusingly, as I was making it (I was up till 6 am making the darned thing) The Younger (who's a morning person by default) came down, saw what I was making.
“Is The Older going to [visit Dad] by boat?” he asked. I made the airplane for The Younger at his birthday since he was flying to see his Dad.
“No, he's going by plane,” I said. “But he wanted a boat cake.”
“Ah.”
But at least this time, I remembered the sugar.
[2] /boston/2005/12/10/thumb.p1010005.jpg
[3] /boston/2005/12/10/p1010005.jpg
[4] /boston/2005/12/10/thumb.p1010007.jpg
[5] /boston/2005/12/10/p1010007.jpg
[6] /boston/2005/12/10/thumb.p1010008.jpg
[7] /boston/2005/12/10/p1010008.jpg
[8] /boston/2005/12/10/thumb.p1010009.jpg
[9] /boston/2005/12/10/p1010009.jpg
[10] /boston/2005/12/10/thumb.p1010012.jpg