After visiting the Wizarding World of Harry Potter last summer, my son insisted on a Harry Potter cake. He is always very…too…involved. He checks over ideas, debates colors with me, comes in and tells me when something doesn’t look right, but loves the end result each and every time.
I make ONE cake a year, his birthday cake. I spend days planning, then the day before I work and cry, and finish it up the day of the party, crying still. I’m never happy, but everyone else is appreciative.
I started with two sheet cakes and shaped them with a bread knife. I covered the cake with butter cream icing and used white and brown/chocolate Duff fondant. I covered the book with the white fondant and smoothed it. I used a knife to score the edges to look like pages. Then I surrounded the base with chocolate fondant to look like the cover of the book.
I had two pages out of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone copied onto sugar sheets. I lay them on top and used food coloring and vanilla vodka to add color to the book pages. I also used pearl dust to add some luminescence. The other additions to the cake were hand molded out of fondant, except the glasses and feather.
While we were bowling at the party, several employees and even a few strangers filed through to look at the cake. I smiled inside as they asked who had made the cake. When I said it was me, they asked if I did this professionally, “Nope, I make one a year and cry the whole time.”