Well, that led me on about an hour’s detour through all kind of horrors. If you follow the links within Cake Wrecks, you’ll just go from thing to thing to thing. I just broke out of my stupor and have returned to the land of the conscious. The lotus foot cake lady . . . I don’t know. And the realistic baby cake; that’s right up there with the hyper-realistic dolls. Only you don’t EAT the dolls!
If you go through you’ll find some links to YouTube. The baby cake has one. You can see a time-lapse video of the construction process. Admirable, but still. Ewww! Who’d want to eat it? I just hope that all of these cakes that are sculpted beyond belief actually TASTE good. The pleasure of eating involves all the senses, and it should LOOK good as well as TASTE good. If it looks like a live human being, (or a deformed foot) why would you want to find out what it tastes like.
“Oh, honey. Let’s order the cake. Strawberries and Crem Fraiche if it’s a girl and Chocolate Mocha for a boy.” (The baby was a chocolate cake, so I guess it was a boy.)
I also wonder about the “entirely edible” concept. There are things which are technically edible (library paste, for instance), but how do they taste and do you want to be served a big hunk of it. I’ve never worked with or tasted modeling chocolate. Large hunks of fondant would be disappointing to me, taste-wise. When the baby video popped up, there was a video of a sculpted dog cake in the like video clips http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOyibd6tDvo It w.as very impressive, but it was covered with what must have been a 1/2” thick coat of fondant. There was cake in there, for sure. The head was fondant covered foam, and the front legs were probably modeling chocolate. I really don’t know.
Individuality and personal expression are great, but as for your guests (and the money you are spending to FEED them), let them EAT CAKE!
Now, I do like to play with non-traditional cakes, as I am sure we all do. But there is a line out there somewhere, and I think lotus feet and other realistic depictions of human beings (or components, thereof. Don’t even ask.) are on the other side of it.