So, since it turns out I was a big fat liar when I said that my last cake post was going to be my last cake post, just thought I’d share a photo of my most recent cake, because it turned out rather nice, (even if I do say so myself) and there’s something very gratifying about doing something and having it turn out well.
Pretty, no? I decided to move away from buttercream and instead went with this salted caramel cream cheese frosting recipe (which was neither as salty nor as caramelly as I had hoped, but still yummy.) I don’t think it has the stiffness or stamina of buttercream, but it tastes loads better.
Aren’t I clever?
Want to see it closer up? Of course you do. Here you go:
Ok. Now we can all move on with our lives.
It’s my last night of cake class tomorrow night and I’m glad. It’s been fun, but oh my god, you guys. I am so sick of freaking buttercream icing, I can’t even tell you.
So tonight we actually got to decorate our cakes. And I’m just going to save you the suspense right now and let you know that my cake was totally the best one.
Not that it’s a competition.
Here’s my “before” cake. I went with the classic seven-layer cake-raspberry jam-cake-icing-cake-raspberry jam-cake format. Turns out I can’t cut cake layers level to save my life, but you know what? I’m pretty sure the people who are going to be eating it won’t care.
And then, the after:
Look at those colours, will you? Am I not the freaking Titian of icing? (You don’t have to answer that. I know I am.)
Recently I was thinking that it was time for me to learn something new. Because that’s always a good idea. At the same time, it’s summer. Also, I have a full-time job. So I wasn’t really up for anything too school-ey.
So after a minimal amount of research, I found out that Michaels craft store does a cake decorating course. It sounded like a fun way to learn something new without the pressure of exams or papers. It’s not an expensive course, and since it has always been my dream to cover the world in icing roses*, I roped in a couple of ladies from work and signed right up.
Yes, the class is cheap, but you have to buy a lot of stuff, which is kind of expensive. It’s something of a racket, really. This stuff here? Tip of the iceberg.
Today is my birthday. I’m 31. This means that — being no longer in my twenties or even just 30 — I am “in my thirties” and am therefore officially old enough to freak out about my birthday. (Actually, I know people who have been doing this since they turned 20, but whatever.) Continue reading