Over the weekend we attended a department party for a faculty member who was moving on (to another university). Being the cake decorator that I am, a cake in the form of a suitcase was offered for the festivities.Although the suitcase was a simple rectangular shape, nothing was working out for me. The fondant was dry and very stiff and by the time I had it coloured and rolled out it was already cracking. It took me about three tries to cover that darn cake and as I held back frustrated tears (but not the four letter words) I was determined to not let the cake win. Don't let the cake see you cry, my husband tells me. And cry I didn't. I completed it and off we went to the party where I was happy with how the cake turned out but also happy to see that knife plunging into it. Sweet revenge.