Birthdays and Purple Party Cakes

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In our rainy neck of the woods, November is a dark month. Daylight evaporates by 5pm and when the air isn’t chilly buns cold, we are pelted with rain which sometimes feels as though it may never end. While Vancouver is postcard-beautiful (from the outside, anyway) on a sun filled day, the constant wet weather can drown you. Guns n Roses basically got it right when Axl howled “cold November Rain”. November is the month my father-in-law died suddenly, 5 years ago. November is also my birthday month. Goth from the womb, I must’ve been born on a rainy day. I feel like a ghost this year. Like the last year went by both incredibly slow, during my painful days of chemo, and exceedingly fast – here I am, about to turn 39. That is a crazy number to me, only because I feel my 30s went by in a lightning flash. I don’t feel “39″, but I’m not sure what 39 is meant to feel like? To an older person, it’s a young number; to a teen, it’s ancient. I don’t think I feel fundamentally different than I did when I turned 29, although when I turned 29 I fretted away that I was getting old. And now, a decade went by like a weekend.

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Having cancer has changed me, but maybe not as much as I thought it would. I don’t know if this is because sometimes, thinking of myself as a cancer survivor is surreal to me – I had cancer? Days, weeks, months went by, almost a year. Everyone is back to doing their daily things, and I’m expected to roll into living life once again too. The blog world continues to turn over constantly, seasonality marked by a flood of holiday recipes and flavours and I’m trying to care about it again but sometimes it’s overwhelming and too much. Cancer has made me slow down when my old self was a fast-moving, immediacy-thirsty person. Patience with myself, my abilities, and trying to get through some days without feeling slumped-over blue. A book helps. My mindful meditation podcast helps. The body heals – it wants us to survive, it does everything in its power to help us heal. The mind carries the scars.

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As we age, do we ever feel different, or actually old? It’s an odd feeling to see the exterior of our physical selves grow, change, wrinkle, sag. Like I never imagined I would look down and my hands might look exactly as I remember my mom’s hands when I was a child – wrinkly knuckles and long fingers with an E.T.-ish quality (although I don’t recall my mom having hairy fingers like I do. DAD!!) You tend to imagine you’ll be 25 forever, or whatever the magical age is. I liked 31-33, personally. I look back at photos from that time period and my body is much more fit than I ever gave it credit for; my skin looks finely oiled, lipstick and bangs, pre-baby body. We women are duly hard on ourselves! So now my body looks quite different, but I stop to appreciate it. Like sometimes I just can’t believe I’m still alive. It’s a feeling I’m sure I’ll be processing til the end of my days. xo Lyndsay 

Buttercream Birthday Cake For Saya + The End Of Radiation

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Cocktails and Dreams … I don’t know why these photos remind me of the name of the bar in the final scene of Cocktail the movie but they do … Tom Cruise is so uncool maybe he’s about to get cool again? Kind of like how a few years ago, street fashion had frigging Doc Martens on the rise and I thought “OH GEEZ NO.” And now I’ve warmed up to them and now I feel like “oh God no. I want a pair.” Then I also think: “WHY did I get rid of all of my Doc Martens in the 1990s?” Although I had a horrid pair of (at the time, very cool) blueberry 12 hole Docs. I’ve been reading the excellent book Women In Clothes before bed and it’s really been jogging my clothing memory. I’ve gone through so many purges of clothing over the decades, so many different looks. I like how honestly the women answer how clothing and style and how they look to the world affects them. What I wear and how I look definitely burns like a marshmallow fire on my subconscious, and being hyper-aware of my changing looks these last 8 months having gone through breast cancer treatment has made me all the more conscious, and self-conscious. To not be able to control my outward appearance – to give in to the look of bald Fugazi Mom or Erykah Badu turban queen, or simply the tired, pale grey shapeless egg woman, I am excited to turn to clothing and fashion to help express myself once again. My hair is in true thick and growing-in, puffball status right now and I am gleeful, excited of its potential. My face colour has returned and I’ve been continuing my daily exercise, which seriously makes one’s skin glow. With every pump of the arms of the elliptical machine, blood rushes to the face, sweat clears out pores.

raspberry pink birthday cake

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I made this raspberry-dotted vanilla buttercream birthday cake (with strawberry jam filling) for my dear friend Miko’s daughter Saya’s 5th birthday. I haven’t been baking much lately but I really wanted to make something for Miko – her family has supported me so much through my cancer treatments over the last 8 months, from bringing me meals, to presents and treats, to even getting me a DVD player and a stack of DVDs so I could watch uplifting movies like Totoro while recovering from chemo. I was so happy to be able to make something special for Saya!

raspberry pink buttercream birthday cake

I will always love the simple buttercream birthday cake. Especially in pastel cute colours and a hand-tossing of sprinkles. You can read my post on how to frost a cake here! 

raspberry pink buttercream birthday cake

This past Monday I finished my last radiation appointment. Last zapping of the boob. My husband sent me the cutest text: “So exciting! I can already imagine the John Hughes freeze frame when you fist pump on your way out the door! Love you!” I am happy. I have knocked off three big components of my breast cancer treatment: surgery, chemo and now radiation. I can’t believe I’ve done it, sometimes. I remember sitting in the surgeon’s office back in February and hearing the long list of treatments I would be going through, all so foreign and scary and unknown. I had no idea how I would feel or who I would be or what I would look like when it was all done. While I still have Herceptin infusions for the next 8 months and Tamoxifen (a targeted hormone therapy drug treatment) for the next 5 years (although I’ve spoken with my oncologist about holding off on it until after I try implanting a frozen embryo) … I feel like Lyndsay Sung is coming back to life. And it’s a good feeling. xo Lyndsay 

Cheery Cherry Rainbow Cake Dreams

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I made this sour cherry topped rainbow cake yesterday. Just for the hell of it. Just to bake, to make something pretty, to exercise my frosting arm. Our lovely neighbors’ tree was filled with these bright, sweetly sour cherry bombs – I love it when fruit just bursts from a tree all of a sudden, speckled like shimmery red polka dots. The last time I baked a whole cake was way back in January, for my mom’s 70th birthday high tea party. The day before my mom’s big party, my family doctor phoned me, her voice hushed and strained with concern. She had called to tell me the results of the biopsy on the “weird growth” that had shown up on an ultrasound of my right breast. My worst fears were confirmed: it was “C.” Cancer. Me!! Breast cancer. I tried to remain calm as she told me the specific type of cancer it was and how she had made me an appointment with a surgeon. I scribbled down what she was telling me, but my body was in shock. I could hear Teddy playing in the other room. As soon as I heard him, the tears welled up and gushed out. I had breast cancer. I might die. I might have to leave my child. Teddy could be motherless. I had no idea what was going on in my body.

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It’s been almost 6 months now and my body has been through so much. IVF to save my eggs for hopefully future babies. The passing of my beloved grandma, the coolest old lady in town, who I miss very much. Surgery to remove a portion of my right breast (I call it a mini boob now – a mini version of my left boob. The little sister.) The loss of my lovely black hair. Chemo, which I hate so much and gives me great anxiety. And on many days, the loss of my self esteem, my energy and my creativity.

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The first half of 2015? It’s had some shitty times, let’s just say! I’ve had horrible days of deep depression, confusion and frustration with my body, my brain. But through all the yucky stuff, there’s been plenty of good stuff. It’s the stuff I look for daily, the stuff I treasure and keep in my heart. For instance: I am pretty good at tying a big old scarf on my head. I am medium-ok (not really) at drawing on Charlie Chaplin style cartoon eyebrows. I have experienced soooo much goodness and kindness and incredible gestures from so many people, whether it’s been meals made for my family, big and little cheer-me-up gifts in the mail, hats knit with love, thoughtful messages, letters and so many offers of help. Presents for Teddy, snacks left at the door. Even Miffy spam musubi! Such an enormous amount of love and dammnit, I feel blessed. I am sooo in a deep treasuring state for all of my friends and family. For the new friends I’ve made, people who have reached out. For my friends all over the world who I’ve met through this blog and my Instagram. Other good things: my husband graduating from medical school! And Teddy practicing all of his “bad words” is pretty amusing too. Penis, pennis, bagina, poo, pee, diarrhea – the songs and giggles are endless. What can I do? Some days he tells me to put on my hair (my wig). Other times he tells me to take my wig off so he can see my “egghead.” All I can do is laugh.

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I have one more chemo to go, on June 30th. Just seeing the words chemo makes me sick to my stomach. I can’t wait until it’s over. I’m ready to freak out for when it’s all done. Then I have a long-ish break before radiation starts in late August – so this Chinese bald eagle is gonna FLY! Not really. I’m going to hang out in my backyard and eat homemade snowcones and tons of snacks and read magazines and watch Teddy frolic around his kiddie swimming pool. Heck, I might even dunk my bald head in there if he hasn’t peed in the pool.

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rainbow cake insides

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This cake! Baking this cake gave me hope. I saw my cakey future again. To have ideas, and energy, and excitement again to work and create, to work on my cake book… to take my son to preschool, to run around with him without getting so tired. To cook, to celebrate, to hang out with friends, to travel, to go on a nice mini trip with my husband who has been so incredible throughout this… to see my hair grow back and not feel so low self-esteemy. This happy chappy pink cherry topped rainbow cake is my little beacon of hope on the horizon, that my life will be coming back to me. I can’t wait. Hoping you all get to do something fun this weekend – here’s to the second half of 2015 tearing the first half a new one! And thank you as always for reading! xo Lyndsay 

Floating Along

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The days are really blurring together. My mind is but a facsimile of what it once was – I reminisce about my old brain. A friend emailed me asking me if chemo brain was anything like mama brain – she is a new expectant mom – and I thought, shite, no. For me, mama brain came from the sleep deprived zombie nights, nursing Teddy at all hours and keeping him happy and non-crying. Chemo brain comes from having your brain fried up like offal cuts on poison drugs! But what a difference a cream puff can make, right?! My dear sis brought me a box of my fave Vancouver cream puffs the night before my second round of chemo. I chowed down through those creamy crispy crumbly textures and flavours. Closed my eyes and ate through the anxiety.

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Oh how I miss my artful bowl cut, as seen above, during my very first chemo treatment in April… At the time I was so sad to chop my long black hair into the short little ‘do six weeks ago but now I am a solid believer in the short cut. Casual times, no muss, no fuss, no hair drying and no products! But now… NOW I am so sad that my little bowl cut is gone. Because this happened: 

chemo shaved head

My hair was starting to float down like dog-shedding snowflakes, raining hard on my bowl cut parade. Then it began pulling out in huge chunks. And I couldn’t stop pulling at it because I was so fascinated/disturbed. So the time came to shave it off like a teen lawnmower. I was trying to stay thrice removed from the head shave, just mentally floating above, peeking in… I asked Rich to crank some metal and I was trying to stay tough. I was doing ok, laughing even, mostly in shock, until we cut off my bangs – my precious bangs! I’ve had my black bangs for TWO DECADES. A friend once described them to me as my signature look so I glomped onto that idea. When they floated away to the floor in a shaved off heap the tears started pouring down my face.


Looks. Playing with my newfound looks – thug fisherman meets Ian Mackaye. I walked in behind a woman and her two children going into the Ladies Washroom wearing this and I got a freaked out double take. It was so disconcerting and bizarre that I had frightened her – I had forgotten that I wasn’t a long haired lady-looking woman anymore…

chemo head scarf

This is me right before my second chemo. Chiquita Banana meets Rosie the Riveter, perfect since I am yellowy Chinese AND a feminist. The scarf is light as a feather and colourful and made me feel a little less thug life man-about-town. My red lipstick always helps.

chemo wig hat toque

THIS look – this is my wig! It looks exactly like my old hair … it’s so bizarre though, holding it up, it feels like I’ve scalped someone – wigs are creepy. And SOOOO hot. This wig, with the cotton toque on top, it feels like I’m walking around with a bonfire on my head.

ice cream lamp

I have been the recipient of so many incredible acts of kindness and love. It gives me hope in humanity and makes me count every blessing and friendship and family member. My sweet little boo holding the soft serve ice cream lamp a group of friends gave to me to cheer me up. LOVE it. So silly and fun and perfect because I am a maximum conehead.

kitchen culinaire pie

This incredible spread … including the gorgeous flowers … from my neighbor – chef and mama Julie of Kitchen Culinaire, who also happens to have an incredible Instagram and blog… Her work makes me want to be a better cook…

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Cake. It’s always on my mind, Willie Nelson style. My forever love affair. Making lists of new cake ideas, but listless in my energy and abilities… which makes me upset, anxious, depressed … I know my shitty energy and feelings of chemo-syrup-head won’t last forever. But it’s depressing to me to not have the ability to create at the moment …

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Like this happy chappy catbus cake. Sometimes I just have to go back in time and look at the work I’ve made and know that I’ll get back there soon.

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Right now I’m just floating along. Like this silly fish cake. Glub glub. I feel like a fish face, round and puffy, maybe a fish trapped in a tank at a Chinese restaurant. Lying in bed, watching Mind Of A Chef, surfing Instagram and posting little things and interacting a bit, impulse shopping and being a general idiot. My Brillo pad hair rough against my pillow, headphones in, drifting in and out of sleep, snacking on crackers and warm water. I’ve been trying to listen to Just Kids by Patti Smith but her voice is so soothing I’m out like a light and have slept through several chapters. Hoping to get out of this fuzzy phase of chemo round 2 and come out into the sunshine, maybe turn the oven on, bake something, take a few pics… ambitious, but possible. I’m still happy though … I have so much amazingness in my life… but can’t help but feel down sometimes still… Thanks as always for the kind words – I am hoping you are all doing well! xo Lyndsay 

Cheetah Cake Cuteness + Children

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Meow mix! I made this buttercream cheetah cake for a sweet little girl named Shyloh, at her request of course. Man do I love kids. I’ve always thought they are hilarious. But maybe I actually love people at every age. The elderly fascinate me with their decades of stories, memory and history locked behind years of wrinkles and spotted hands. I envy innocent children and their outlook of the world, unbroken by shite or meanness or heartbreak, happy to run around and laugh or play with a rock or get dirty in a sandpit for hours. Teens with their awkwardness and gangly limbs and acne and can’t-keep-up acronym text-slang. Newborn babies even fascinate me with their ability to endlessly blast super gross poo into diapers and cry and NURSE from a mother’s breast.

Breastfeeding! It’s awesome. It’s free, it’s super nutritious, and those tender, going-mental 3 am feeds can be soothed by the gentle snuggle and quietude of a baby nursing, nourished by its own mother’s milk, gulping it down like a fat fish then conking out on top of you.

I could be mildly obsessed with breasts lately, forgive me – you think about what you might lose when you’re in the midst of breast cancer treatment.

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We have one beautiful, hilarious child and we had hoped for more. In fact, we had been trying to have another one for almost a year – Teddy was conceived very quickly, and my sisters are like fertile rabbits with no trouble conceiving – and I so wished to have a sibling for Teddy, as I grew up with two sisters and love them dearly.

Cancer’s been effing with me.

Once I start chemo my fertility will basically be fried. For some reason I imagine a sizzling frying pan of sunny side up eggs. Chemo’s going to fry up my egg follicles and I’ll be dry as a bone in the ovary department. Extreme bummer.

When I first got my diagnosis back in January, I was also given the news that due to the treatments I’d be receiving, it would be highly unlikely that I could have a baby later. So we frantically did a round of in vitro fertilization – IVF, they call it – science’s little miracle, with the incredible ability to help people who are having difficulty conceiving naturally to bring the sources together – egg and sperm – grow them into an embryo, and implant it surgically back into a uterus. Bonkers, right? I wasn’t going to have the embryo implanted of course, but we wanted to freeze embryos for later usage, after my cancer treatments were over. I was so hopeful! I imagined tiny little Teddys being created, stored on ice for five years, where we could retrieve those tiny babies and grow them later. Two weeks of injecting medication via needle into my stomach fat, debilitating fatigue and prayers for eggs. Egg extraction day arrives – and yes, they extract the eggs out of your lady parts. Then they fertilize the eggs with sperm and wait for them to grow. Every day you’re waiting on a phone call to see if your miniscule microscopic babies are still growing. By day four, only one embryo remained – and by day five, they had all seized. It all came crashing down on me – no more children. No more Teddys. It was such an emotionally painful experience. Maybe I had been too optimistic, too hopeful.

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In February I went through my surgery. Two weeks after my surgery, I met with my oncologist – and she felt that it would be ok to try IVF one more time – it would be the last attempt for me. So the results of this round will be very final. I may very well have no more biological children, which I admit is shattering. At the same time, having one little guy has been pretty great. Maybe we’ll get a dog in a few years and a couple of cats to fill out the house, or think about other options later. I’m crossing my fingers and knocking on wood for embryos to freeze – which is a very weird thought – I am living in an episode of Star Trek: Fertility Blaster right now. Infertility is pretty common – and a lot for women, their partners, and families, to deal with. It can feel shameful, or abnormal – but it needs to be met with openness, kindness, empathy and support.

This cute faced cheetah cake made me think of how hilarious kids are – an almost 5 year old kid being so specific and asking for a cheetah cake with a flower on its head? TOO CUTE.

Six months to Teddy’s third birthday and he’s already talking about his birthday cake. He said he wants a “brown bear cake” this year. His favourite colour is BROWN. His cousins sort of told him his favourite colour was brown a while back and he glomped on to it. He wants me to get a “brown motorbike and brown motorcycle helmet.” He asks everyone he meets – “do you like brown?” Also, he is obsessed with chocolate, and chocolate is brown … and he does love a good poo joke.

Yup. That’s my kid. Poo jokes and all…  xo Lyndsay

Stressballs 2015 + Peppermint Chocolate Cake

chocolate cake with peppermint buttercream

Yep. Everyone wants to be looking at a super rich, dark drippy thick chocolate peppermint buttercream cake right now. December holiday weight gain, I laugh in your face – because yes, you won, you magnificent butter, chocolate and cheese stuffed bastard! I did indeed make this peppermint chocolate cake for my husband’s birthday in December. Dark chocolate cake layers, cool mint frosting and the drip. I used the same chocolate cake recipe from my birthday cake back in November. I know everyone’s nibbling steamed kale and power-juicing dragon fruit these days. I get it. January is some painful, muffin top times and it’s hard to look at cake.

chocolate cake with peppermint buttercream

So why Stressballs 2015!?? Not only stressballs but also SUPER DUPER CAKE EXCITEMENT … because … djembe and bongo drumroll with a dreadlock on top…

I’m writing a cake book!







OH MY GAD I have a manuscript due.


This is my brain on cake book!

Honest to goodness, heavens to Betsey Johnson this is seriously my dream come true. My cake book will be coming out of the closet in 2016, published by the very excellent Roost Books.

peppermint chocolate cake with ganache

So … all I’m sayin’ is… there could be a teensy bit less of Coco Cake Land in the next little while. It might be because I am rolled into a tiny ball crying in the corner of my house covered in buttercream. It might be because I am jettisoned with cakecitement, hyper on green tea and power-editing photos. But it’s definitely not because I don’t love you guys, and my sweet precious blog. No, if my blog were a pet, it would have feather stuffed satin pillows to sleep on and rib eye steak for breakfast. It’s simply because I will be sweating (and swearing) daily in the exciting and stressful production of my cake book! I’m a roller coaster of emotions! Seriously, dream come true – when I was a kid, I would write fake “about the authors” about myself, scrawled on the back of a stack of loose leaf paper stapled hastily together and written in ball point pen. I am truly thrilled to have embarked on this endeavour!

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To de-stress and de-frizzle my brain, I’ve been deeply enjoying reading M.F.K. Fisher. I picked up a copy of The Art Of Eating at a used bookstore close to my place and it’s a collection of 5 of her books, including How To Cook A Wolf, Consider The Oyster and The Gastronomical Me. Written in 1937 onward, it’s fascinating to read, and calming, because I am calmed somehow by reading about Aunt Gwen’s Cold Shape (ingredients include 1 calf head, quartered). I’ve always loved reading recipes in books, whether I end up making them or not. And reading about how to economically shop for and cook a particular sludge-like dish simply so your family will not starve to death during war-sanctioned food rations puts into perspective the excess and mind-blowing food wastage that happens today. Plus M.F.K. is m-f-ing brilliant. Her writing transports, and makes me chuckle, and nod and be like: Yes.

Another de-stressor is reading this: Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar. I forgot how gut-bustingly funny this is. It’s a spoof of poor Guy Fieri’s restaurant menu. I find Guy Fieri disturbingly endearing, bleached spiked hair and 90s Smashmouth and all. He both delights and disgusts (in the way he wolfs down food so horrendously gluttonously) yet he’s got his own plastic sunglasses charm.

Ok I promise my book won’t be so all over the place as this blog post. I’ve got a really nice and smart editor who’s gonna whip my butt into Cold Shape. (he!) Happy January, my sweet blog friends! xo Lyndsay

My Faves This Year: Coco Cake Land Best Cakes Of 2014!

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pingu, pinga and robbie the seal cupcakes by coco cake land

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What a year. It flew by in a flash. I’m worried life’s going to continue on this mega fast path. Pretty soon I’ll be Old Lady Lyndsay with an angular blunt short hair cut, wild glasses and a flannel jumpsuit dictating cake instructions to able bodied assistants. 2014 ruled pretty hard – I met so many great bloggers and new buddies! So here’s to you, blog pals! Thanks for being along for the cake-filled ride – presenting Coco Cake Land Best Cakes Of 2014! GO!

courtesan au chocolat recipe

Loved doing this courtesan au chocolat OMG choux party with the lovely Molly and Renee!

bunny cake with bunny cupcakes

Orange bunny cake, as requested by a little girl and her sis! CUTE!

raspberry buttercream wedding cake

I played a large part in SETTING UP A PAIR OF FRIENDS all the way to the ALTAR! BOO-YAHHHH!

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The Japanese Canadian Kim Gordon. ‘Nuff said.

octonauts cake

When a photo of a little boy named Weston made me cry and giggle with glee – delighted with his gluten free Octonauts cake!

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Take me down to Ruffle Town with this ruffle cake tutorial!

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Cutest orange fox cake! 

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Butt naked cake. How to make a naked cake tutorial!


This Sixteen Candles themed cake was a fun shoot!

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My Teddy’s blue bear bear cake for his second birthday!!! Love love love.

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Pink and avant garde shard-y cake for my sis Shelley and a tutorial!

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Who can resist a saucer eyed dazed and confused blazin’ on life PANDA BEAR CAKE. 

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One of my favourite faves of the year: TOTORO CAKE tutorial for TOTORO WEEK with I Am A Food Blog!

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Party’s not over til the pineapple cake sings!

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Another year older, a few pounds chubbier after this PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CAKE RECIPE!

Little gorilla cake

I loved how this Little Gorilla cake turned out!

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My take on a Disney Frozen Princess Cake!

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Possibly my very favourite of the year - PINGU CAKE!

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Party like it’s 1994 cake – I loved this post!

grey owl, white cat and pink dog cakes

A collection of crazies.

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I’m so pumped for what 2015 will bring! Wishing everyone the happiest of new years – what’s one of your new year’s resolutions?? xo Lyndsay 

Lillie’s Pinkest Partiest Pink Party Cake!

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We’re blessed with some pretty great friends here in Vancouver, many of whom now have little ones – which means adorable playdates galore! Yani and Paul have the cutest little Lillie. Lillie’s request for her birthday cake: the pinkest, partiest cake … with raspberries!

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pink party cake - coco cake land

Lillie had a tumblebus birthday – a bright yellow school bus rolls up to your residence, outfitted inside with a full mini gymnastics gym! Kiddies board the bus, the door groans shut behind them and two instructors guide the kids through games, lessons and fun. Yani and Paul hosted brunch with mimosas and quiche for the parents upstairs in their apartment while the kids were safely gymnastics-partying on the bus. Pretty sweet set up!

raspberry and meringue topped pink party cake

pink party cake with raspberries and meringues - coco cake land

This pink party cake had surprise pink insides, too! Pink vanilla cake layers studded with fresh raspberries, vanilla buttercream and raspberry jam filling, topped with more berries and homemade pink meringue kisses. Loved making this special cake for a sweet little monkey. Happy 3rd birthday Lillie – Teddy and I are sending you and your mama loads of love! xo Lyndsay