The last cake is baked and frosted and nestled among the edemame, broccoli, and ice cream in my tiny freezer.
Actually, I never thought my freezer was tiny until I tried to squeeze two 2-layer 10″ cakes into it. My other option was to make the trip to my mom’s again and store them in her freezer where I have 5 others. The first three, the ones with the most imperfections, are at the hotel already.
I accepted the challenge. I finished the challenge. I will not accept another.
And here, I thought the decision making part was difficult. Ha! That was easy peasy compared to the decorating. Trying to make my cakes look like the pictures she showed me was impossible! I got better with each cake, but even the last one has many imperfections.
Oh well. The butter makers were happy with my attempts! Just today I had 16 sticks of butter warming to room temperature. Yesterday I used 9 sticks to pre-make some frostings, and before that…. well, I wasn’t counting, but I’m sure it was just as many if not more.
It’s all over now, though. I think I’ve cleaned up the last of the powdered sugar that somehow managed to find it’s way in every nook and cranny of my kitchen. And the floors have been scrubbed, along with the bottoms of my feet. (I’ll spare you the details of how I found frosting and chocolate cake between my toes.)
I began today’s final push at 7:30 this morning, and by 7 PM I was literally crawling to the couch desperate for some mind-numbing, ice cream eating, blog reading downtime.
The relief I feel is incredible, even with the little bit of self doubt that keeps creeping in. I worry so much that she won’t feel they’re worth the price. But the taste will hopefully make up for the amateurish looks. Never judge a cake by its frosting. Isn’t that what they always say?
At least they weren’t as bad as these baking fails: