OK, I’ve told this story before. Hey, I’m old, I repeat myself.
My mother was a very good cook and baker. But didn’t do cake decorating. Several years after I married, she and I decided we would make a bunny cake for all the family for Easter. Mind you, cooking and baking have never been my thing.
We improvised, coconut for the fur, etc. No pattern or anything. We thought it looked good. However, while everyone politely admired our masterpiece, bunny had different ideas. The bunny’s haunches (sp?) started to separate more and more. It was quite a sight!
Mom has been in heaven just about ten years now, but every Easter I laugh thinking about that wayward bunny cake. Bet she’s remembering and laughing, too!