Have I ever told you about my little (humongous) shark phobia?
Ummm… yeah. THIS girl watched Jaws at far too young an age (unbeknownst to my parents might I add, but shhhhh, nevermind that.)
That movie got in down deep, I tell you. It bored straight to the center of my brain and caused one HECK of a commotion.
For a short (reallllly looong) while afterwards, I had a hard time being in a swimming pool by myself for even just a few minutes. And if I’m being completely honest (and mostly because you already know most of my embarrassing secrets since I seem to have diarrhea of the mouth) I had a seriously hard time taking a shower as a kid after having watched that movie.
I was sure as I was sudsing up my hair that I would eventually look down to find a dorsal fin or two swimming around my feet. (What? You know my crazy. This is nothing new.)
To this day venturing into the ocean farther than about twelve inches from the shore is simply OUT of the question. And it takes all that I have within me (and the very strong, STUBBORN will of my husband) to allow my kids to frolic in it on our family vacations at the beach.
Not gonna lie, I’m pretty much in a state of continuous prayer until they step back onto the sand.
So yeah- shark phobia central.
And listen, I’m just gonna put it out there that telling me the sharks only attack when they think you’re some sort of fish DOES NOT make me feel better.
Whether or not they get confused, I’m still out a few pounds of flesh either way.
And I won’t even get into the story of the time I watched the shark “specialist” on TV try to explain this to me, only to have his entire calf ripped from his leg by a bull shark ON CAMERA, and then be pulled from the water and rushed to the hospital before he bled to death. (It’s true. And the clip of what I watched on TV is now on YouTube if you need proof.)
Ok wait, I didn’t start writing this to try to get you scared of sharks!
(Why did I start writing this again?)
Oh right…my shark cake.
So while I’ve just established that sharks and I aren’t besties, I should mention that I am still very much intrigued by them. And I don’t hate them ’cause hey… they need to eat too. I just simply don’t like to gamble with the chance of them possibly mistaking me for their food.
Hence, when asked to make the cake for my daughter’s high school swim team’s banquet this year (the Lady Tiger Sharks), I happily agreed and immediately started wracking my brain for a way to represent the team and incorporate a fun version of my childhood nightmare as well.
I thought creating a shark busting through a tier might fit the bill, and when dropping off the cake to the swim team, I am happy to report that they seemed to agree. Yay!
And maybe now that I have turned the table on the sharks and have made THEM the food, my phobia will take a quite step back into oblivion and I can watch my children ride those warm waves on the shore next vacation without losing my ever loving mind.
There’s always the chance. Xx 😉
Here’s a little video of how I made the water effect finish on the cake…
Some work in progress photos…
You can find the full, step-by-step video tutorial of how to make this shark cake and SO much more, on Cakeheads.com!