Regarding the stiff, sugary edifices of Mich Turner’s spectacular cake creations, one gets the feeling that this baker isn’t awfully comfortable with the yielding, sensuously uneven flesh of naked cake. These cakes are layered up, buttoned-up, fastidious.
By Sophie Walker
Regarding the stiff, sugary edifices of Mich Turner’s spectacular cake creations, one gets the feeling that this baker isn’t awfully comfortable with the yielding, sensuously uneven flesh of naked cake. These cakes are layered up, buttoned-up, fastidious.
These cakes are formal. They have the same magnificent, boxy, impenetrable solidity of the Queen. If there’s anything soft, tasty or tempting under there it’s pushed far from the mind by acres of icing, dainty piping, ribbons and wreaths of fake (or real – your choice) flowers.
They definitely pose a magnificent feast for the eyes, and for those with powerful imaginations, for the palate too. As such they are perfect for your every showy occasion where appearance is all. Ex food-scientist Turner has baked and piped for everyone from HM herself to Gordon Ramsay and President Obama’s daughter.
Her business, The Little Venice Cake Company, has just turned 10 years old (imagine that cake…) and with celebrity endorsements from the likes of Cheryl Cole, she comes highly recommended. Her Couture Cakes service is self-explanatory, but we should let it be known that her skills have extended to crafting a smiling, gold glazed, chocolate Buddha for David Beckham’s 30th at only 48 hours notice. Deft.
We suggest you propel your wedding/bat mitzvah/redundancy party planner in her general direction, as she really is the go-to girl for patisserie done with pomp.
The top cake is Corsetiere, the bottom Tree of Life.