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Cake blog = sadly neglected blog

Cake enthusiasm = sadly neglected enthusiasm

Everything is now about a life-changing-one-level up-ing-re-spawning-bread-slicing-dead-raising-snow-sledding-right-arm-sacrificing-first-born-slaying-sun-flowering-downhill-skiing-jugging-euphoria-enducing discovery.

It is nachos.

I think I should give special thanks on the last project to all those who were very supportive of the process. There were plenty of offers to drive, to help wash fruit, etc... A very special thanks to Rachel, my roommate who drove me over to the reception hall. Let's just say I laughed a lot - nervous habit - on the ride over, and Rachel did fabulously once we figured out just how sensitive my brakes were. Another special thanks to Jeff's camera that provided the much better quality than my phone pictures would have. And finally a thanks to the caterers for so unreservedly breaking the rules and letting us store the wedding cake in the only fridge on site. Right....

Here are a few more pictures just for fun:





This is most definitely not the bride and groom. That would be....Interesting.

Some of us where moved by the beauty of the reception to reach out in displays of much appreciated affection.

The camera was incapable of capturing William's enthusiasm.

And the real couple + nebulous camera man

Sticky. That's the first adjective I think with regards to this project.

Let's start with this lovely image of me in the throws of operation... Ok, I haven't really thought of an official name for this particular project. Suggestions? We'll see what name grows on me (like a fungus!)
(sorry, inside joke and probably not that funny).

Here is test run cake. I thought it was beautiful and so.....

I decided maybe I'll make a few more.

Oh blessed sieve. My new most favorite kitchen essential. Especially if you want a fine crumb crust. (Made from Ginger snaps).

This is the point where I finally started to get
excited (18 hours into the project). And not just because
it was a miracle I fit this much cake in our fridge.

Here are my lovely berries. Each one was sorted out, and the hairier ones thrown away.




My hands were red for a few days.

Strawberry glaze. With coloring.

Finished product of me! (post shower. Somehow I managed to go two days without one. I know, gross).

And........

32 hours later:

Why? No really, why?

I'm never entirely sure why I decide to undertake these culinary and artistic adventures. All I know is that it starts with an offhanded "sure, sounds fun" and soon degenerates into an "oh dear, what did I get myself into this time?" and finales with " I HATE cake". Honestly, I'm not that fond of cake -- it's sweet and hurts my teeth and has this hateful tendency to get everywhere when I make it--which is an odd sort of thing to say at the beginning of your cake blog. But there is something about the idea of making a wedding cake that is so grand and resource consuming that I can't resist the opportunity to say: "yes, I will make your wedding cake even though I'm pretty sure I will vomit at the sight of my mixers and the 3 pounds of left over butter in the fridge by the end of this all and won't even want to touch another spring-form pan or even set foot in my local grocery store for another lifetime (lifetime being the average four to six months until the next roommate gets married).