Naughty et Hottie

Let me start with the truth – I never thought I would bake erotic cakes. During my college days, I remember my roommates, friends and I laughing at pictures of erotic cakes and being all, “Ewww, how can someone even eat that?!” Back then I didn’t know that there would come a day when I would bake erotic cakes on order and that I would have a complete blast doing so! πŸ˜›

Meet Naughty – Vanilla & Nutella cake filled and frosted with Nutella Cream Cheese Frosting and finished with Fondant Accents.

Well, after my first attempt at baking a penis cakeΒ for a bachelorette (that turned out pretty well, if I may say so myself) and the great feedback I received for it, I’ve gotten a little more confident in this area of err… baking. So when a second order for two erotic cakes came in sometime in May, I didn’t feel quite as jittery and woozy as the first time. But I could swear I felt a little twinge in my tummy. And then there it was – one of the cakes needed to be shaped like a woman’s breasts! It’s really one thing to bake cakes shaped like the opposite sex’s private organs but to bake one which is shaped like those of your gender is as weird, as weird gets! :-/

Meet Hottie – Dark Chocolate Oreo Cake, filled and frosted with Oreo Ganache and finished with a Fondant layer and Fondant Accents.

But soon the baker in me kicked in and I was all set to make this happen. First things first, I created an entire cake brief full with drawings (terrible ones) of what the cakes would look like, flavours, weight and the like. I was to bake a penis shaped cake for a bride-to-be and a breast-shaped cake for the groom-to-be. Sounds pretty normal when I say it like that, eh? Well, it was; until I started baking.

Cake Day: I woke up early. I remember well, it was earlier than 6 am; something of an impossible feat for me to accomplish on weekends. The base cakes had been baked the previous night – two and a half kilograms of Vanilla-Nutella sponge cake and two and a half kilograms of Dark-Chocolate-Oreo cake sat within layers of foil in the chilled living room. The parents were away; I had the house all to myself. I quickly frosted the cakes and got around to shaping them.

The Penis shaped cake was a breeze; I had done it before and it was easier to put together than the first time. Shaped with the help of a template, frosting on and covered with a sheet of skin-coloured fondant, I worked on details to make it look more realistic. (I know, I know; that sounds really wrong!)


Just when I was getting around to shaping the Breasts shaped cake, the boyfriend came over. He was curious about what the cakes would look like. As I shaped the breasts and draped sexy lingerie made of fondant on to them, I heard him ‘ewwww’ quite many times. (For the record, it is so very awkward to make a breast-shaped cake in front of your boyfriend!) I have to admit, I was a little mortified. But then with all his confidence in me, he said, “These cakes are sure going to make the party all the more fun. Everyone’s going to love it!” πŸ˜€


As I waited for the cakes to be picked up, I was incredibly proud with the newest additions to my erotic cake repertoire. Though I was a tad bit worried that I might get a reputation for baking such cakes, now I think – what’s wrong with that? I get to do what I love and give people a reason to laugh with their friends; sounds like a win-win to me! And as the boyfriend predicted, the cakes were enjoyed by all at the party! Here’s what the girl who ordered them had to say. πŸ˜€


So, if you’re ever looking for someone to bake an erotic cake to prank a friend, you know who loves baking them! πŸ˜€ Here’s wishing the bride and groom tonnes of happiness and a blissful life together! πŸ™‚


Celebrate with Cake!

A cake to celebrate the grandparents’ anniversary last year πŸ™‚ Eggless Vanilla cake filled and frosted with Vanilla Buttercream, topped off with Kiwis, Strawberries and Mangoes

I truly love celebrations! Close friends and family getting together to celebrate a special occasion, watch a sport, sing and dance or just to share a lovely meal or evening together is absolutely lovely. As much as I love the quiet and staying in, curled up on a weekend, once in a while it is nice to spend time with like-minded individuals, munch on some good food and do fun stuff together (or maybe just sit around and crack tonnes of inside jokes. πŸ˜‰ )

Mommy’s birthday cake back in February πŸ™‚ Lemon Cake topped with candied Lemon Rind (she hates frosting!)

But I’m not the one to be found downing drink after drink at a social gathering (I dislike alcohol like a child dislikes medicines… I dislike medicines as well!) I’m the kind of person who’ll be searching the room for food. Be it anything, – fries, sausages, chicken nuggets, canapes, chicken tikka, vegetable cutlets, or crispy namkeen (SpicedΒ Indian fried eatables) – I’m always gobbling up the good stuff, making sure to keep space for the dinner to follow (andΒ most importantly, DESSERT!) But if a celebration or gathering involves cake, I can skip everything and damn by stomach to a spell of starvation until the cake arrives! And then I behave like a happy kid in a candy store; I could eat it all! Wait, what kind of social gathering doesn’t involve cake?! That’s just ridiculous! A celebration without cake is no celebration at all!

A guitar shaped Chocolate Cake filled and frosted with Chocolate Ganache and finished with Vanilla Buttercream accents

My earliest memory of baking a cake for a celebration was years ago for my cousin’s birthday party. I must have been 13 or 14 then. I wish I had a photograph of it; I remember exactly what it looked like – it was a round chocolate cake, frosted with melted chocolate, sprinkles on the side and decorated with red, green and yellow marzipan spheres, the size of Maltesers. He had a few of his friends over for a kids-only party and he proudly announced to everyone that I baked his birthday cake. This triggered a lot of startled and surprised reactions; with their eyes wide open, some of themΒ asked me, “You baked this cake??” I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or if they were worried if it was safe to eat! AΒ few minutes later, when the cake was gone, I knew it was a job well done! I remember feeling immensely proud of myself at the time! That feeling never gets old… πŸ™‚

A birthday cake I baked for my brother four years ago πŸ™‚ Red Velvet Cake filled and frosted with Cream Cheese Frosting
This is what it looked like on the inside! Red and Velvety!

Over the years, I’ve baked quite a few celebration cakes – for family, friends and on order. I’m lucky to have had the opportunity to hone my skills and to grow with every cake I’ve baked. Every different cake has been a super fun challenge and I’ve enjoyed outdoing myself every single time.

A cake I baked when the boyfriend got his driver’s license πŸ™‚ Eggless Chocolate Cake frosted with Kitkat-Chocolate Ganache
A special cake for a wonderful woman πŸ™‚ Oreo Chocolate Cake filled and frosted with Oreo-Cream Cheese Frosting, topped of with Chocolate Buttercream, crushed Oreo and Fondant accents


This post is all about the cakes I’ve baked for several celebrations. Different shapes; unique flavours; crazy combinations and crafted carefully to suit the needs of my dear ones and customers. It’s a passion I take very seriously and I hope you enjoy my work! πŸ™‚ Feast your eyes awayyyy πŸ˜›

Tiramisu Cake – Layered Vanilla, Chocolate and Coffee cakes filled and frosted with Mascarpone Cheese frosting
Dark Chocolate Cake frosted with Ganache and finished with Buttercream Fondant
My personal favourite – A beach holiday themed birthday cake for the Boyfriend πŸ™‚ Eggless Chocolate Cake filled with Coffee-Toffee Buttercream, frosted with Vanilla Buttercream, Shortbread ‘ sand’ and fondant figurines



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The Tale of The Penis Cake


It was early December 2014.

As I tossed in bed, gathering courage to brave the chilly morning, I glanced at my phone screen – ’20 messages from 2 contacts,’ it read. Immediately I was fumbling, a bunch of terrible thoughts rushing through my head. (Yes, I’m a generally panicky person) As I read the text messages, the worry was long gone – an old neighbor had messaged, asking me if I bake cakes and cupcakes for Bachelorettes. Though I didn’t have a lot of experience in the same, I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to bake a pretty themed cake with matching cupcakes; I instantly agreed to do it, little did I know what was about to hit me!

As soon as my affirmative message reached her, an image appeared on my screen – a picture of a cake shaped like a penis. Yes, she wanted me to bake a penis shaped cake for her friend’s bachelorette. No, I didn’t find it awkward. (Okay, maybe a little!) My first instinct was to say I couldn’t do it ’cause I had never worked with fondant before and haven’t been great at art or detailing. But then I thought, ‘this is a challenge I may not get many opportunities to overcome.’ So yeah, I just had to do it.. errr.. bake the cake, I mean πŸ˜›

IMG_4339~2Trying really hard not to burst into a fit of giggles, I told my mum and brother about the cake that had just been ordered. While mum took a little while to make peace with what she had just heard, my brother animatedly suggested several ways I could make it look more realistic. (Trust me, you don’t want to hear the things he said…ever!) Then I told the boyfriend and my best friend about the cake and after several “Ewwws” and “Yucks,” they got on board as well. (I really love my support system, they’re the best!)Β That evening I went to my favorite baking appliance store, bought a new 10 inch square pan and a tub of ready-made Buttercream flavored fondant.

The work began on my most adventurous baking experiment till date. First I baked a deliciously, moist dark chocolate cake. As the cake was baking, I drew the outline of a penis on a sheet of paper and cut it out, creating a penis shaped template. Once the cake cooled completely, I placed the template on it and cut it accordingly after which I shredded the template to the tiniest of pieces, lest my father were to find a drawing of a penis! I crumb-coated the cake with vanilla buttercream frosting and then topped it with a generous layer of the same. Into the fridge the cake went.

I began work on the fondant – rolling, adding color, getting the perfect shade. When I was happy with what the fondant looked like, I covered the cake with it and sculpted it to shape. As soon as I was done with the detailing, I rushed to put the cake into a box. I wasn’t fast enough though; in walked my dad, wondering what I was trying to hide. I tried to not let him see it, but it didn’t work – he looked at it and went, “OH GOSH!” Between fits of laughter he said, “You’re committing a sin, Winola, you’re not going to heaven!” My whole family was in the kitchen, laughing, playfully arguing for and against what I had just baked. After giving it a little thought, my dad said, “I don’t think the color is quite right!” πŸ˜€

As my old neighbor waited at the door and I packed the cake up carefully, my mum smiled and said, “One thing I’m really proud about is that you had the guts to make this cake at home, in front of all of us. I’m glad you didn’t hide.” πŸ™‚

-The End-