When I was a kid, my mother always made me a birthday cake in the shape of a horse. It looked a little like the one here, but not quite as professional. It was made from several layer cakes which was probably a good thing. When my dog, Yankee, got into the kitchen one year and ate off a leg or two, there was enough cake left over for a patch job.
I no longer have a horse cake to celebrate my birthday. These days, I have the real thing.
Freedom gave me a great birthday ride this morning. A nice gallop through the fields and then jumping like a star. He doesn’t know how to rate himself, so when he jumps a fence that’s bigger than he’s used to, he just flies over it. This is a horse that doesn’t like to touch a fence!
Anyhow, if I were to have a horse birthday cake, I’d get Jane of the Literary Horse to make one as she’s the obvious choice.
But here are a few that my childhood self would have enjoyed.