It seemed like a good idea at the time. Drive to Byron Bay for my sister's wedding so we could transport the wedding cake I'd made her. A six day break where we spent four days in the car. Insane right? Did I mention I made a wedding cake? Not your quintessential tiered, fondant creation mind you. In a nod to our Norwegian heritage, my sister asked me to make a traditional wedding cake called kransekake. If you haven’t seen one before, kransekake isn’t actually a cake; it’s a tower of eighteen sweet almond macaroon rings – think baked marzipan – ‘glued’ together with royal icing. Instead of cutting the cake, the bride and groom lift the top ring. The number of rings that stay attached to the top ring is supposed to signify how many children the happy couple will be blessed with. The rings are then broken up into pieces (starting from the bottom) and served with coffee. The dough is a cinch to make but its the baking that brin...