The Owl and the Pussycat.

Really quite amazing, they've obviously built up a deep trust but I still thought the cat was going to attack.

My daughters having an 18th birthday party in 2 weeks and she's told all her friends to come dressed as Harry Potter characters. Unbeknown to her I've been in touch with an Owl conservationist and booked him for the party, he's bringing 7 or 8 Owls along.
 
What a fab Dad you are! That'll be an utterly memorable bash. Re the influence of Harry Potter: I was doing some evening work at Tulley's Farm, Surrey, during their week-long Halloween Festival, and four young boys bought miniature witches' brooms. They raced around on them, pretending to play Quidditch!
 
I can imagine - we have a fantastic shop here in Brighton called Choccywoccydoodah which 'creates' cakes, rather than makes them. You can, for a price, have a whole fairytale castle complete with prince, princess, and jousting knights if you want it - their more abstract designs are whirls and twirls like you've never seen before. Truly, patissieres do create works of art, just more ephemeral than most and a helluva lot tastier than a Rothko or a Picasso!
 
I can imagine - we have a fantastic shop here in Brighton called Choccywoccydoodah which 'creates' cakes, rather than makes them.QUOTE]

I've been watching the series about the shop on TV. One of their staff made a fantastic gothic horror creation for Hallowe'en and was then allowed to deliver it in person to the buyer - who turned out to be Alice Cooper.

There are some very talented people in the confectionery world. It is a shame to break up and eat their creations.
 
Oh, is that on Sky? I've missed it - although I have a friend who's used their creative services in the past and, like you, felt it close to vandalism to actually eat the cake!
 
Alice Cooper was so stunned by the cake, he took several photographs with its young creator and then asked if he would like the first slice.

My mother is a good baker but hates baking because she really does feel quite possessive of her creations and really feels quite resentful when someone takes a knife to one of her "babies". My nephew's was the last birthday cake made by Grandma - a cricket pitch complete with miniature cricketers in their correct positions and all. She really had to be forced to hand it over for the party!
 
I don't blame her! Who's going to be first to eat one of the little cricketers? It must be a rather odd thing to plan a cake like that, bake it, decorate it and make up all those little decorations, knowing it truly is destined for destruction. With other forms of craft, other than cooking and baking, you kinda hope that the tapestry cushions and the hand-thrown pottery soap dish will last a while and possibly be admired for some years... munch, gulp, swallow... that's your masterpiece gone in seconds!
 
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