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Certain things are not welcome on my doormat. These include penalty charge notices (innocent since February); the Jack Wills catalogue (my surnamesake yet unaffordable); flyers from the fish man (because crab sticks), and dog poo (ok that never happened). However, cake through the letterbox is ALWAYS actively encouraged. 

There’s a mighty fine company called Bakerdays who make all sorts of personalised cakes, of varying sizes. However, their loveliest offering has to be their range of letterbox cakes, which, as the name suggests, lend themselves beautifully to being sent as a gift and posted through the letterbox.

Bakerdays got in touch and asked if I’d like to try one, and I repeatedly said no until they sent a barbershop quartet to my house as a begging gesture. Of course not – I gleefully accepted immediately and set about choosing my design from their website. My husband’s birthday was coming up, so in an entirely selfless act I opted to earn good wife points and have a cake made for him.

There are designs for every occasion you can think of, and each cake can be personalised with text or a photograph (or both, in my case). I uploaded a half-decent photo of Mouse and Moo in obligatory matchy-matchy t-shirts, popped in some cheery text, and chalked myself up some self-praise for having sorted one single present for him. One down, five to go.

The day of birth arrived and so did the cake, well packaged in a sweet keepsake tin along with a couple of other little surprises. At this point I decided to roll out some big creative guns for the purpose of this review, and take the cake on a journey of space, time, and the M25, through sticky fingers and a moderate heatwave. We hit up LONDON, baby. Specifically, the Natural History Museum.

The cake had a lovely time, and was almost enjoyed as part of our afternoon snack. However, I realised at the eleventh hour that I’d pre-booked our parking until 5pm and not 6pm as originally intended, and so ensued a slightly hair-raising canter through the streets of Kensington. Instead of a lazy late picnic sitting around in the sun-soaked grounds of the museum, we devoured the cake after catapulting the girls to bed later that evening. It would probably do four small servings, but we’re greedy and so ate it in one. It was very tasty – the icing wasn’t too thick or sweet, and the sponge was lovely and moist.

At £14.99, they’re admittedly not the cheapest way of getting a cake in someone’s gob. But as a standalone personalised gift that doubles as being delightfully edible, they’re a great way to mark a special occasion or deliver a “just because” treat. After seeing and tasting the cake, I ordered one for my mum’s 60th birthday too, which was probably a foolish idea because she’ll be so taken with the sentiment that she won’t want to cut it. Fail.

You can view the full range of cakes available at Baker Days. Meanwhile, here’s a little timeline of our adventures with the cake companion:

Daddy is holding the cake in front of two hydraulic dinosaurs. Cake sits in front of a lifesize model of a mudskipper fish. Cake in the centre of a birthstone chart.

Cake sits underneath a baby elephant model. Cake in front of a human brain model. Cake sits in the centre of a hippo footprint cast.

Cake is being held in front of a model of a stegosaurus. Cake sits in the centre of some black and white mosaic tiles. Cut cake on two plates at home.

– SJW September 2016

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