Rock'n Ribs cake

This last weekend we had another barbecue competition. A big one down at Gallivan Plaza downtown. So, I decided to make "ribs". I found a very good recipe for red velvet cake, and then ruined it by running out of time and having to use premade fondant. (YUCK!) But it turned out pretty cute. I got the "fatty" streaks in it by rolling out the red and then, using a spoon, drew four lines through it into which I placed cords of the white-ish fat and rolling it out a bit more. Then I dropped the whole thing over the prepared cake. The "meat" was a mixture of red and scarlet and the "fat" was white with a little copper added. I thought it turned out pretty good. Even with the blob of "fat" I had to add to hide a hole I made. It sort of made it look more real I think. In any case I fooled a few people with it. When they saw it at a distance the couldn't figure out why someone had put raw meat on the table.

We did okay at the competition. We won a medal for 6th in chicken. So now all of our meats have won awards. Brian and I were happy as we were competing with a lot of teams who have been doing this for 10 years or more and those were the teams who won. Ian was not so happy. Running on little to no sleep he saw the trophy for the Grand Champion and was EXTREMELY upset we didn't get to take it home. I then made a major "Mom mistake". I was trying to comfort him by explaining how much experience the winning teams had compared to us, and when that did not work I tried telling him that the trophy doesn't really mean anything. You can go pick up an old one at the D.I., (our local version of the Goodwill, Salvation Army, etc.,) for a couple bucks. "You can?" he says. "Sure," I tell him. At that moment Brian walks by and Ian goes running up to him all happy 'cause I'm going to go to the D.I. and pick him up a trophy. I ended up going yesterday and getting him an old bowling trophy from 1972. Seriously. He thinks it is the coolest thing ever. Who knew it was that easy?