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My name’s Wendell, and I have a baking problem

When my brother rang to tell me he had got engaged to his girlfriend I said, “Congratulations! Can I make the wedding cake?”

The jelly hearts sank. Mine did, too.

The first seriously ridiculous cake I made was for my Dad’s 75th birthday. He was a military history buff; I made him a tank cake. Two sheet pans of chocolate cake sandwiched together with chocolate buttercream and carved into the body of the tank and the turret. It took me a long time to get the fondant overlay icing the right shade of khaki. It was very tricky to transfer the sheet of thinly-rolled fondant and smooth them into place. The turret was…

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