The New Jersey Renaissance Festival Kingdom Grand Assembly Sculpted and Painted CakeThe New Jersey Renaissance Festival Kingdom is held every weekend in June at the Tulip Springs area of South Mountain Reservation, South Orange, in New Jersey. I am the herald trumpet for the Faire. My characters name is, of course, Hark The Herald.Every Spring there is a gathering, called the Grand Assembly, for all in the Faire. Lots of good food, videos and information to be had. In 2005 I sculpted one of my cakes as what I brought for all to eat. It was almond madeira covered with rolled fondant and royal icing. Buttercream icing holds the layers together and the fondant to the cake. This cake is $75 and serves at least 40.
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This is the front of the cake. It is a tent on a green swath of grass, populated with several colorful Faire characters. |
This is the back of the cake. The lions are the emblems from King Rolands outfit. |
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OOPS! The wench under him has had a wardrobe malfunction. Which, I am told, happened to a wench during Maypole 2004.
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And this is what King Roland looks like when he's not made of edible stuff like rolled fondant and royal icing with spaghetti for armatures. |
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Father Monk prays over the fine ale he has created.
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I tried to duplicate the above photo as edible sculptures. Lancelot's legs kept falling off so I gave up on him. He went on to become raccoon food in my backyard. In removing the spear, Merlin's hands fell apart. Some quick thinking on my part covered all that. We have a wench whose entire comedy routine is about chickens. Here, Merlin has stolen a basket of colorful chicken eggs. We had such a basket in 2004. The chicken lady used the colorful eggs to tell fortunes. The hens are not happy and are going after poor Merlin who is stuck on the ground. Well, I quite forgot that chickens have wattles and combs. So Merlin has been attacked by two very irate cockatoos. |
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And, of course, there is me, Hark The Herald. My black booted feet, along with the gold bell of my silver plated trumpet, are sticking out from under King Roland's tent. Just what am I doing in the King's tent? Playing chamber music for my king, of course. Like so many musicians of the time did. |
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