This Olaf cake began with a simple question. I asked my almost 5 year old grandson what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday (since his nonna always makes his birthday cakes) and he answered, “Olaf.”

“What,” I said, “is Olaf?”

Now I had done it. I was worried, as I had no clue what or who Olaf was and I was committed.   Would it be too much?  What if it was a flop? 

Looking on different websites, I finally saw who Olaf was and fell in love with him too, just as my grandson Nate did. Olaf is cute and lovable and I vowed that even if it took me all day and night to make it, I would rather die than disappoint him.

Finding a template of Olaf was easy and I thought to myself, “I think I can do this.”  Of course, everything looks easy until you try it and then it’s sink or swim.

One of the challenges I faced was deciding how big I wanted the cake.  The template was for an 8 x 12 in. cake, which wouldn’t feed a gang of 15 children, plus adults.  After a few trials and errors, I decided on enlarging it by 200% and it came out perfect.

  • I baked 3, 9 x 13 in. vanilla cakes, just in case…
  • I cut out the pieces and put it together on a sheet pan to see how it looked.
  • After covering the pieces with a buttercream icing, I gently covered each piece with a homemade marshmallow fondant ( a bit tricky as it’s been a while since I covered a cake with fondant, especially since this one was cut in odd shapes).
  • I made the eyes, eye brows, buttons and carrot nose ahead of time so they could dry a little.

Little by little, I saw it happening. Olaf was coming to life.

The face was challenging, especially the eyes, but somehow with luck and a little prayer to the cake gods, 3 hours later, I finished.

  • I gave the buttons a shine by adding black sanding sugar and sprinkled white sugar  flakes (snow) all over his body.
  • Olaf’s hair is made of black licorice string and his arms are chocolate twizzlers.

In the end, I breathed a huge sigh of relief and gave myself a pat on the back.  Determination, a will to please, and best of all the look on my grandson’s face and of all his little friends and family was what made it all worthwhile.