Tonight's class was roses, sweet peas, leaves and ribbons. Four hours later, I want to rip my hair out over those damn roses. My buttercream was either not stiff enough or too warm. The rose would come out decent and then melt on the cake. I scraped more crap off this cake then you want to know; then busted out that mess in about 30 seconds of rage. But it turned out decent. Decent for a 14-year-old, but I am impressed with my wavy lines. Those rock. I do know how to make awesome leaves and even better sweet peas, but my temper got the best of me tonight. I will master roses, ones that keep their shape after 10 minutes of Sacramento heat. Think of it as something to look forward to.
By request and a little bit of a challenge, this week's cake is carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. All homemade, all one big pain in the ass.
Lastly, being the masochist that I am, I signed up for Class 2, Royal Icing. The good news? You only make one cake.
Oh yeah, I got these: A certificate of merit and Wilton Yearbook. Yippee!
By request and a little bit of a challenge, this week's cake is carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. All homemade, all one big pain in the ass.
Lastly, being the masochist that I am, I signed up for Class 2, Royal Icing. The good news? You only make one cake.
Oh yeah, I got these: A certificate of merit and Wilton Yearbook. Yippee!
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