Have I ever mentioned how much I loathe spiders?
Abhor.
Revile.
They strike terror into the very core of my being.
“Guess what Mom!? I’m having a spider cake for my birthday!”
Oh yes, he just did.
For this terrifying treat, I used a strawberry cake mix.
Not sure why he wanted the innards to be pink?
I baked two 9″ rounds and then stacked and roughly trimmed into a kind of dome shape.
Did I mention that I was sick and bordering on a DaQuil overdose?
That knowledge suddenly makes this impressive, doesn’t it?
Mix up any random buttercream recipe and color to suit.
He wanted orange and black.
I couldnt find black and didn’t have time to order from Wilton’s, so I made some nasty green-gray-brown stuff that he totally dug.
For the eyes I used my kitchen scissors and snipped the ends off a large marshmallow.
Genuis.
Ok maybe the medicine was making me easy to impress.
Use a bit of frossting on the sheet to anchor black licorice “legs” and viola!
Kids don’t judge.
Bugs in my deserts is not ok.