Dear gentle readers, fear not, although this is not the usual standard for any sort of frosted bake good found on Bunny Cakes, let me assure you that you are in fact at the right blog.
Every birthday K has only one request---she must eat cake on her birthday. Since her hubby was out on business for the glorious event, I was told to have my hand mixer at the ready. Now, I am admittedly not the best (or even second or third best---more like a bottom feeder) pastry chef. Since K has created beautiful cakes for everyone else’s birthday, I wanted to do something nice and that was edible. There was, of course, no “pressure”…
Confession, dear readers…I took all the cake decorating classes with K. YES! Sadly it’s true. While K enjoys fiddling with icing color, tips, and frosting, it is completely lost on me. I do not have the patience for such things. I would rather spend my time eating the cake than icing it.
Hubby M seemed to sum the situation up best when he jokingly said “wow. Do you still have the receipt to your cake decorating class? Maybe you can still get a refund…”
At the end of the day, cake is still cake no matter how unattractive the outside may be. People had less to say when their bellies were full.
(But what about the strange misspelled birthday wishes? Well, I will readily admit that I am a terrible speller, I truly spell at a four grade level, however,I can honestly say that this was no accidental misspelling. The word, Burg (n), is a beloved sister---I should know, I co-invented it with K).
Well, enough of this... on to more appetizing subjects.
This past, past, past weekend (my posts generally are not that timely), I was finally able to meet up with my Friend, Pam who turned me on to quilting. It was lovely to see and spend time with her, especially since I have been suffering from a bad case of writer’s block. Pam’s prescription for such a problem was just the thing that I needed---the shining rays of the NY Beauty! No one could possibly be unhappy when they see these blocks coming together. I left Pam’s to bake that ill fated cake and then spent the rest of the night in the craft room, cutting, sewing, and planning frantic trips to the fabric shops. Writers’ block cured…(thanks Pam!)