Apr 29, 2009
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Apr 16, 2009
These are the close ups of the top teirs. I was trying to get a better picture of the basket weave, but the pictures didn't turn out. I made this cake many years ago and found the pictures with the last cake I posted.
I have talked a lot about my Grandma teaching me to decorate cakes and how much fun I had watching her work. But in the past few years it is my mom who had guided me through decorating cakes. My mom was always patient with me. She spent hours helping me set up and glaze all the fruit. In the last cake, she was the one who taught me how to curl the white chocolate, then spent hours at my house chatting and curling chocolate while I finished the cakes. She has also taught me how to carefully place flowers and fruit on a cake. She has an eye for decorating and I am grateful for all that she has taught me.
Apr 14, 2009
This cake was for a really good friend of mine. I worked with her in a microbiology lab for about 5 years and she is one of the smartest people I have ever met.
The cake I believe is Chocolate or Carrot cake(It's been about 8 years, so I can't remember) covered in a thick layer of Cream Cheese frosting, then covered in a thick layer of large white chocolate curls. It was extrememly fun to make.
Apr 13, 2009
This was a cake I made for a little girl. She told me she wanted a cake with horses and rainbows. The horses are plastic, but everything else is edible. I love to make childrens cakes and to see the excitement on their faces when they get a custom cake, made from their very own ideas.
I made this cake for my son. He asked for a Hot Wheels cake, with a race track going through a volcano. He also wanted a ramp with a ring of fire so the cars could jump through it and dinosaurs to attack the cars. This one took a lot a planning because there were so many elements involved. He loved it! He even got out his cars and was trying to play on the cake when I wasn't looking.
Apr 10, 2009
Easter was a big deal in our family. Of course for the obvious reasons, but also because of Easter Eggs. Every year my Grandma would make Easter Eggs for everyone she knew. I remember going to her house and she had racks full of about 700-800 eggs. People would come from everywhere to order Grandma's Eggs. I loved to go to her house just before Easter and watch the people coming and going as they picked up their Eggs. The eggs were made of fudge, covered in chocolate and the my Grandma would decorate each one by hand. For my entire family, the Easter Egg was the prize jewel of your Easter basket. The saturday before Easter, our family celebrated Easter Basket Day. That was the day we had the Easter Egg hunt. The men would hide everyones baskets someplace in the house and the older you got the harder it was to find. Then the kids would search for our baskets. Everyone knew which Easter basket was there's because it had your Easter Egg in it with your name on it.
Some of us would keep our eggs for days to admire them, some years we would dig the fudge out of the bottom so we could look at it just a little longer. You had to be careful that your name was the last thing you ate, because an egg without a name was fair game, you couldn't prove the eggs was or wasn't yours.
As my Grandma aged, she began to loose her vision. My mom took over the Egg making and a few years later my sister and I joined in and helped continue the tradition. This year I decided to continue the tradition, so Happy Easter everyone!
Apr 8, 2009
This is my most recent wedding cake. I finished it yesterday. It was for a couple who met in the military. They are on leave for their honeymoon and to meet each others parents then they will be sent to Iraq together.
The flag is made of fondant and is painted with food coloring.
Once I was older, had gotten married and had our first child, I realized Grandma was getting older too. That was a revelation to me, now that I was not so self involved and had learned to care for others. Anyway, I realized Grandma's talent and knowledge of cake decorating would go with her when she died if I did not learn from her. She made the most beautiful cakes I had ever seen, her roses where more beautiful and her detail more exquisite. I started going to her house once a week and she would eagerly teach me all she knew. I really got to know her better then.
She would tell me stories about her childhood and we would spend the evening discussing the thickness of icing and practicing new techniques.
Now I get to continue the tradition of cake decorating. Grandma passed away almost 2 years ago. I am grateful I took the time to learn from her, to watch her and to talk with her. She was a great friend.