I had the bright idea of using liquorice wheels, unravelled, for the black stripes, but it wasn't to bee as the supermarket had obviously had a last-minute rush on liquorice.
Let me tell you, the amount of food colouring needed to dye fondant icing to anything beyond a murky shade of grey is considerable. So much, in fact, that it becomes a tacky, gluey mess, completely unrollable. I had to spread it on with a butter knife dipped in boiling water. The result is very ... erm ... textural.
I managed to laugh through the appalling mess, even when my eldest wandered in and said 'oh ... an evil bee'. Then the middle child came in and said 'his eyes look a bit sort of evil'.
evil bee looks malevolently at good bee
The littlest family member, however, was delighted to see her inexpertly-made cake and immediately pronounced 'it's a bee' (no trace of the 'E'-word), and 'bee goes bzz'. Mission accomplished.



