(I needed a synonym for "awesome" that started with a 'b' to keep up the alliteration...henc e, "ballin'".)
So, to celebrate the [unknown]th birthday of one of my very wonderful school music teachers, known for his devotion to the Crossmen drum corps, whom he taught for six (I think) years, a large and delicious cake:
It's two 13x9 inch cakes piled on top of each other. We had a loooot of Summer Music Academy students to feed.
The Crossmen logo is a red-on-black Maltese cross, and the lettering was piped with a Ziploc bag as I pleaded with it not to burst open at the seam, as they are known to do (when I try to pipe anything, at least).
Good demonstration of the actual colors.
The texture of the store-bought frosting was soso, but I got home from work at an ungodly hour and was not in the mood to make any unnecessary effort.
I meant to make a cross border around the visible front sides of the cake, but of course it came out like this, hence the smartass "Kind of Batman-y" caption.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the wonderful messiness of the cake, as the stolen second and third pieces indicated, and the red frosting on top and between layers made for a delightfully sugary bloodbath of icing. "Whose slice is that one?" "Which?" "That particularly bloody-looking one." "Oh. I think that's the for-pirates piece of cake. You know, just in case."