It started out as a misunderstanding…

After the Tiki Bar cake, my roommate had bought me a book called Booze Cakes. My bosses happen to have the same birthday and it was coming up, and one of them overheard me talking about it. He thought I said “boob cakes.” I decided to merge the ideas and voilà. The cake itself is chocolate with cherry vanilla ice cream, but the recipe from the Booze Cakes book called for about ¾ of a fifth of Makers Mark. It was magnificent.

Credit to my roommate for the cookbook and for helping frost the boobs