Pucker up baby
“What do you want as a leaving present?” I asked my friend, who was taking a year out of university to complete the work experience component of his course.
“Slick lips” he replied with a leer.
“What the hell is slick lips?” I asked, then wish I hadn’t after being given a detailed description (If you’ve no idea what I’m talking about – google it – I’m not going there.)
But it gave me an idea. For days I laboured over the design, bought the materials, then started to create. Leaving the separate items in the fridge to set before the final assembly I got on with an essay. There was a knock on the door. It was a curious housemate.
“There appears to be a mushroom cap and toilet roll shaped tube made of marzipan covered in chocolate in the fridge and a pink marzipan tongue in the freezer. Anything to do with you?”.
“Correct on all counts” I replied and would say no more.
Word got around the university housing complex that something weird, and probably a little kinky, was happening in our house.
“Wait until Thursday” was all I would say, adding to the speculation.
By the day of the farewell party anticipation was high. People started gather in the kitchen as I put the parts together. The cake, covered in glossy bright red icing was in the shape of the Stones lips logo complete with extras.
“May I present slick lips” I announced to the crowd
“What’s slick lips?” someone piped up
“Google it” I replied.
Thus my bad taste cake side line was born. Friends who had birthdays were presented with a cake that generally reflected their fantasies, bad habits or terrible dress sense. My best creation was a dirty ashtray, complete with beer bottle tops, ash and fag ends (all edible) – but so realistic that it remained unconsumed. Unfortunately, the baking had to go on hold in my final year when my dissertation took priority. Another money spinning idea never realised.