A Cake for a song...

My, now sixteen-year-old, daughter Ava loves the Beatles, so I just had to make a birthday cake that would sing—literally. Just press the piece of candy on George Harrison’s lapel and Ringo’s voice sings, “You’re sixteen, you’re beautiful and you’re mine…” and you are pistachio, with a marzipan, condensed milk, buttercream filling.

The Beatles live on in the hearts and minds of our youth, but the cake has been thoroughly demolished!