Wriggly’s first birthday party was a very relaxed affair. Out of all the birthday bashes we have had over the past six years, it has definitely been the least organised one, but also one of my favourites.
I had a cake organised, but nothing else, really. Last week, I simply texted three of my closest friends and asked them to come over for a birthday picnic with their little ones.
The day before our small bash, I made sure we had champagne in the fridge and bought what we needed for the picnic. We then had an impromptu trip to a pound shop and bought a few party essentials: bubbles, party poppers and balloons.
It was way too chilly to spend the afternoon in the park in the end, so we had the party at home, and the children still had a picnic on the decking. Wine, mouth-watering cured meats and nibbles kept the adults happy.
It was too cold to have the cake outside, so we went back indoors. I had received Wriggly personalised birthday cake the previous day, through the letterbox (yes, really!).
When Baker Days got in touch a few months ago asking whether I wanted to try one of their Letterbox cakes, I was intrigued. Their unique vision is to change “the way the world sends greetings to their loved ones! Say goodbye to the boring old card and hello to the tastiest gift you will ever receive through your letterbox.”
Now that is an ambitious statement! My curiosity was piqued and I definitely wanted to try one of their cakes. Wriggly’s first birthday was the perfect excuse for cake!
I must admit I was quite sceptical when trying to visualise a pretty cake being pushed through my letterbox and landing on the living room floor, but I was also curious.
The letter box cakes serve 3 to four people and we could choose between three flavours: vanilla, chocolate and fruit cake. We could also have gone for a gluten-free cake or a dairy-free one, but as it would not be egg-free, I simply bought Lazy Day Foods slices for my allergic toddler, and went for vanilla for Wriggly’s cake.
I did hesitate quite a bit when it came to the personalisation on the cake. In the end, I went for the same black and white photo I had used on her baptism invitations.
We received the cake the day before Wriggly’s birthday, and it did fit through the letterbox (just about!).
My first impressions were that a lot of thought had gone into the presentation. I absolutely love carefully packaged goods. It just screams ‘business that cares’ in my mind, and I love it!
The cake came in a beautiful round tin (now lives in the ‘mini kitchen’ with wooden play food). The small package also included a pretty card as well as a couple of candles, a party blower and balloons. That was a nice touch and it was absolutely spot on as I had forgotten to buy a candle (naughty Maman!).
When I opened the tin, I discovered a very carefully packaged cake. The smell that cake from within was divine! Now I am not going to lie, I was disappointed when I took off the protective film. I found the photo printed on the icing so dark I struggled to recognise my baby’s features, and in parts it looked a tad scratched.
I immediately contacted Baker Days telling them it might be a good idea to forget about the review, as it would probably be far from positive. I was pleasantly surprised when they insisted I publish my views, whatever they might be.
When our friends saw the cake, they were unanimous in telling me I was being way too harsh about the quality of the photo on the icing (perfectionist, moi?). What do you think?
The cake itself was absolutely delicious. It smelt like it had just been made. The sponge was perfect and the icing just right: sweet and thin.
The nine children (all 7 years old and under) loved their (tiny) piece.
Although I was disappointed by the quality of the image, I would definitely use Baker Days again. I love presents out of the ordinary and cake always makes people happy, right? I would just avoid using a black and white photo next time.
– I was sent Wriggly’s cake for the purpose of this review. No payment was received for this post. All opinions and photographs are my own.