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Cake Plus Eight

Two weeks of unrelenting and uncompromising cake decorating ended today in the bakery.

And while I'm rather relieved that the ordeal is over, I admit to being a little sad about its conclusion.  Here's what I've learned...

1. Cake decorating is art.  Anyone who tries to argue that it's not knows nothing about its processes and procedures.

2. It will make you cry.  Check that, it will make me cry.

3. It will test your limits of patience.

4. You'll find out how much of a "satisficer" you are (at which point you say meh, good enough)

5. It will make you feel like you really accomplished something, when it's all said and done.

6. Some people just walk in the light, you know, when it comes to this form of artistry.  Accept it and move on.  You won't be good at everything.

7. Cake decorators (the good ones) are totally justified in asking for hundreds (thousands) of dollars for their wedding cakes.

8. Marshmallow fondant is easy to make, color, roll out, and cover cakes with.

Today, our final project was due: a two-tiered, fondant-covered dummy cake (not edible) that uses some of the decorating techniques we've learned the last two weeks. 


Cake layers covered, stacked, and bordered.  We went with a buttercream piped bead border, then with wet fingers, we made them to look like pearls.


Sunlight streaming in through the bakery window, this is our tipped-over wine glass and cascading roses and petals effect.


At the suggestion of the guest cake decorator, my partner (who possesses the more creative hand by far) painted gold scroll detail on the bare sides.

And that's it.  Let them eat cake...or well, not really in this case...it's not edible.  You'd choke and maybe even die.

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