She wanted a particular cake- a two (or three) tiered, elaborately decorated, Mermaid cake (did I mention her obsession with the Little Mermaid?)- and wanted me to bake it. Shah! I can cook anything. I can bake lots of delicious, fattening stuff. But I have no patience to stand still and decorate baked goods-much less this monstrosity. Plus, I never have time. I teach and run two small businesses. Oh yeah, and I have two children.
But for my kid, I tried. Bought all the stuff. Made the cakes. Had the fondant ready. "My nonna will be so proud of me," I thought as I prepared the bottom tier.
Then the thought of all those people looking at my amateur cake started worrying me. "A homemade cake?" they'd think. "she couldn't afford to hire a baker?" "Did her 9 year old ice this?" they'd whisper. My kid deserved to have a beautiful cake!
So I made an executive decision, much to the chagrin of my birthday girl. I called the professionals- the ones who bake in a giant pro kitchen and have been trained in this area. And I threw in the towel, er cake pan.
Surrounded by 4 cakes I decided to decorate one to remind me not to get hornswaggled into this again. My mom reminded me that day "Honey, if we thought you could bake, we wouldn't have sent you to college." So this will remind me. Much like the flamenco red walls of my office that I painted remind me never to paint again.
Here is my work of art: French Vanilla with butter cream frosting:
You're jealous of my skills, I know.
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