Oh, this cake. It gave me so much grief.
But before I get into any of that, let’s start at the beginning.
My brother and his wife: They’re having a baby. A baby boy, due next month. A few months back, Marie’s mom and sisters started planning her shower, and asked me to make a cake. Of course, I said yes–first of all, because it’s for my brother and sister-in-law (so… duh), and secondly, because I do enjoy a good motivator to get me back into the kitchen to bake and do my thang.
It wasn’t long after that when Marie’s mom texted me and said that they had settled on a firefighter theme for the shower. You see, my brother is a volunteer firefighter. He’s been with the department since he was 15 years old, when he started off as an “explorer.” He went to school and got a degree in fire science, even. So it’s a big part of their lives.
This presented a little bit of a problem, though. The first instinct is probably always to do a fire truck cake. But… I’ve already done a fire truck cake before. (One that I loved and am still very proud of. In fact, more than two years later, that post still tops the list of the most popular posts on this blog.) I have this thing about not repeating cake projects that I’ve already done. I figure that if I spend that much time on something–most of my cakes of this magnitude take a full week to prepare–I’m not going to do the same thing twice!
I set out to Google for inspiration. At first I was going to do a traditional two-tiered cake and simply cut out little firefighting designs from fondant and paste them on. I saw fire helmet cakes as well, but I was intimidated by them because they all involved covering the cake in fondant. While I’ve made and worked with fondant to make details for a cake, I had never actually covered a cake in it.
But as the weeks went on and we got closer to the baby shower, I decided to go big or go home. To take the plunge. To challenge myself. To go where I’d never gone before.
All of that.
Thankfully, I’m pretty happy about where I ended up. :)
This cake was far from perfect. I believe that many of the problems I experienced with the fondant were due to the colors I had to make–red and black. I found that the white fondant and yellow fondant were much easier to work with, but the consistency of the red and black were different because I had to add so much coloring to them to achieve the right shades (despite using the amazing Americolor gels).
I managed to cover the cardboard that I used for the base without much issue, but when it came time to cover the actual cake in red–it was sort of a disaster. The fondant cracked in a bunch of places, but I was too far gone to remove it and start over, especially since there was now buttercream frosting on the back of it. I contemplated taking the fondant off completely and covering the whole thing with buttercream, but that would’ve meant that I would’ve wasted my time (several nights) making and coloring fondant that wouldn’t be used. Plus, I’d have to make and dye buttercream red, which was just NOT an appealing option me.
I soldiered on without freaking out too much. I don’t think I even dropped that many curse words, which says a lot. I Googled “how to fix cracked fondant” and tried a bunch of things. I whipped up a tiny batch of royal icing to use as spackle, but then I accidentally dyed it too burgundy. I still gave it a shot to patch some of my worst holes, but it was obvious because of the color change. Then, I whipped out some red candy melts and melted them, but the red was too pinkish. I added a little Americolor gel into it to darken it, but it seized up (whoops! lesson learned) and became very paste-like. Surprisingly, I had just accidentally created the perfect mixture to fill in my minor fondant cracks. I was able to spread the paste into the little cracks with my finger, and it covered them REALLY well.
For my large cracks/patches that were super obvious, I surveyed the situation and realized that I was lucky in that their placement made them very easy to cover up.
I placed the shield over the biggest flaws, then managed to cover up large parts of the other ones with the black band and the yellow reflectors. Whew!
I had problems with the black edging around the cardboard base cracking as well, but I didn’t sweat that as much. I smoothed it as best as I could with my fingers, and moved on with it! The funny thing was that the consistency of the red and black fondant ended up looking a lot like leather–which is something that someone pointed out to me at the shower. They were actually saying that because of this, it looked MORE authentic! Who knew?
Other than my problems working with the fondant, this cake was really not that bad. In other words, if I were to ever do it again (which isn’t very likely due to my rule!), I would just buy store-bought fondant for the red and black and call it a day, because I’m sure it’s much easier to work with.
To make the cake itself, I baked two 9″ round layers, plus a “dome” cake by using one of my glass Pyrex bowls. I didn’t take many pics of the process, except this one that I sent Michael in the middle of the afternoon on Friday:
You can sort of see my three cake layers here. I stacked the two 9″ layers, then put the dome-shaped cake on top. I carved them a bit to make everything a little more oval-shaped. (I had borrowed one of my brother’s friend’s helmets for the week so that I could have a live reference for sizes and shapes of things.)
I used rolled fondant “worms” to make the ridges on top of the helmet, putting them into place prior to covering the whole thing with the red fondant. I traced one of the reflectors on the actual helmet and then cut them all using my traced image as a template. I “glued” them on with a little bit of water.
The base of the cake (the brim of the helmet) is made out of foam core that I covered in fondant.
For the shield, I actually made a little bit of my fondant into gum paste so that it would harden faster and sturdier than fondant. I traced the shield on my sample helmet and then traced that shape onto the fondant and cut it out with a pizza cutter. I also traced and cut out the little strips of red. I stuck the red strips onto the white shield and then laid the shield on top of a stock pot resting on its side, so that it would dry in a curved shape.
For more information and detailed photos of these steps, check out this tutorial that I used as my guide for many elements of this cake.
My brother’s helmet # is 8, but I used 28 in honor of the baby’s due date. I planned the wording around the number–I figured I had to make it clear it was a baby shower cake somehow! The numbers 2 and 8 were cut out of black fondant with my number cookie cutters. I freehanded the rest using buttercream. Obviously, the baby’s last name was on the cake, but I blurred it out here for privacy reasons. You’ll just have to imagine how it looked for real. :)
Because we needed enough cake to serve 65 people, I also made two batches of cupcakes and topped them with buttercream and my candy melt flames that I first developed the idea for back when I did Poppy’s fire truck cake. I love these fire cupcakes! All I do to make the candy melt flames is to print out a clip art graphic of a flame, then trace it using candy melts. Once they harden, I peel them off of the wax paper and stick them into the frosting on the cupcakes.
WHEW. I think that covers everything.
The cake was a hit with my brother, sister-in-law, and the shower guests. Despite my mistakes with it, I am still really happy with how it turned out. Another cake in the history books! :)
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 32 and have been married to Michael for six years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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