My niece is turning 16 and requested that I make her a monkey cake. I'll keep it short by saying she's a cancer survivor and just a tad bit spoiled rotten. So FIVE hours in the kitchen and probably won't be able to bend my fingers tomorrow, I'm finally done!
The cake suffered an almost catastrophic end when it slid off the platter but I was able to salvage it. And no, it didn't hit the floor. Well, actually part of it did but I didn't use that part.
And the cupcakes: