I am not sure, but I feel like the tradition (obsession?) with the lamb cake is something Midwestern during the Easter season. Let me know if I’m right or wrong. Seriously. This is a poll.
Or maybe it’s just my childhood, horning in on reality, making me think lamb cakes are something special and unique to northern Wisconsin gatherings. Maybe it’s a Polish thing. Or a Christian thing? I admit I don’t see much of them on the internet, so maybe it’s true it’s regional. Maybe the traditional upright lamb molded cakes, brought out in all their regalia, complete with coconut shavings dyed green for grass and jellybeans for eyes and loads of frosting have been relegated to old fashioned corner bakeries tucked in corners of Milwaukee. Maybe it’s just old school.
I’d like to bring it back, if only for nostalgia’s sake.
Now to be fair, these cakes are more creepy than cute. And I don’t even remember them tasting that good. But it’s this, or my children’s idea of decorating a cake for “Jesus’s other birthday” and that’s just sugar load without class.
I remember my Dad making a big deal about the Easter lamb cake. I remember family members gathering around to ooh and ahh.
Maybe they did this because the cake is a pain in the butt to make, and the ability to form it AND keep it from falling over, is a feat of genius. Maybe they were impressed with the amount of coconut shavings that managed to stick to the lamb’s butt. Or maybe it was the tradition itself. I don’t know. I just remember feeling happy.
So this year will be the year of the lamb cake, once I buy myself a mold (because contrary to my daughter’s belief, I am not willing to make one in the shop). And let’s hope it doesn’t fall over.
If you don’t see photos, it means it fell over.