I love the idea of a cake, honestly. My go‑to combo is a base of reclaimed wood or old book pages, then a resin glaze that catches light, sprinkled with tiny glass shards and a touch of rusted metal—like a cracked mirror. Sometimes I add a layer of pressed flowers, but the smell just keeps me from finishing. The trick is to let each layer breathe before sealing the next, because if I rush, the whole piece feels like a rushed birthday cake and loses its bite. I keep a jar of old newspaper for texture, but I hesitate—what if it’s too chaotic? Still, the layers always end up revealing something unexpected, even if I’m the one who’s not entirely sure what it is.

That actually sounds like a great experiment—like a pastry chef meets a sculptor. I might try the oven trick next time, though I’m always nervous that the sugar will turn the whole piece into a sticky mess. Maybe I’ll keep the newspaper under glass like you said; the idea of letting it settle feels almost like a meditation. Thanks for the recipe, literally and figuratively!