As those of you who have been following my blog, I’m venturing into new and unknown territory this year, all in the name of not being the hermit everyone accuses me of being. Yoga. Cake decorating. And I have to say, I’m so very glad I have.
And, as promised, I’m posting photos of my “grand finale” cake. Now to truly appreciate this miracle, you must check my past blog featuring the “birthday blob.”
First, this cake uses Royal frosting for flowers — that’s the stuff that they make the stick on letters and candle holders that you find in the baking aisle in every grocery store. When set, it’s very hard. So the Sunday before our final class, my daughter (heretofore referred to as Skinny Me, you’ll see why when you see her photo) and I embarked upon flower making.
Dear lord in heaven, I never thought I’d get all of the mess cleaned up.
While we were creating our beautiful spring gardens, our cakes were in the oven. Let me say, I have never in all of my years of cooking (and I do like to cook, even though my cake expertise says otherwise), had a cake fall in the oven. Sunday was my first. One layer came out looking like a sagging mattress used by a hippo. I was ready to scrap the thing (ie. eat it) and bake a new one. But Skinny Me had faith that it could be salvaged. She got out her cake leveler (a wonderful tool that, had I know about it, just might have saved me years of embarrassment). My cake turned out kinda short, but who would have known it was initially a disaster. Ready?
Can you believe it??
Now here’s Skinny Me’s
Of course, no one will eat either of them because they don’t want to “ruin” them. We may still have these things sitting around when I’m 90.
Might be just as well, I’m not sure what mine will taste like, might be kinda rubbery since it collapsed!
We’ve committed to Class 3. Stay tuned for tier cakes and fondant!