I made a small practice cake before I frosted the real one. I’d never decorated something this big before, and I wanted to see if my hand could do a plain vanilla buttercream without the whole thing collapsing. It did not collapse. I threw sprinkles at it the way a kid would - generously, carelessly - and set it on the kitchen counter to look at. It got eaten, later, standing up at the counter, with a fork. That’s the only way to eat a practice cake.
A practice cake
