Life's better with cake and a sprinkle of fairy dust
The first time I checked out a cabaret was at the tender age of 11 while on a family vacation in Bangkok, Thailand, Can’t remember how exactly I ended up in the audience of a cabaret show with my dad. The then-whereabouts of my mum and sisters are now a fuzzy memory. Maybe mum and dad decided to split up the kids for the night and have a little do-their-own-thang, I don’t remember now – it’s been two whole decades.
I do remember the snazzy stage, loud music, dramatic lighting, heavily glittered, sequined, feathered costumes, endlessly long legs, fascinating boobies and… hang on, are those Adam’s apples??? I gawped as of these beautiful creatures leaned over me while the men at our table fell over themselves to stick 20-baht tips down her decolletage. HIS decolletage. Pick up jaw. Close mouth. Gawp at the wonders of man-made boobies all night.
Making these cabaret themed cupcakes were almost as much fun as the memory of my first cabaret, especially the little top hats and glittery gold stilettos that are entirely edible.
By the way, in case anyone from the family wants to know if my dad was in on the tipping action? Nah, you’ll have to pry the truth out of my cold, dead fingers.