It all started very innocently about six months ago, when I decided to reverse my negative mantra of “I make tasty cakes, but I cannot make a beautiful cake.”
Why wouldn’t I be able to make a beautiful cake?!
I have a piece of paper from a previous life, about 10 years ago, certifying me as a fashion designer… Granted, after taking the classes (in between going to university full time for a major lightyears away from fashion, and working at a schmancy office for the pure pride of being able to carry not just two but three watermelons at the same time), I realized I wasn’t going to have my creations on Milano runways…Partially because I was better at making them in their physical form than putting them on paper for someone else to make, and mostly because I lost interest in it…
Now, I do graphic design for a living. Well, among other things, that is, such as running a company, running a home with two running thunder gods in the magical ages of 2 and 4, running errands that have the tendency of overrunning me, running on a treadmill to escape the extra 30 lb the above have put on my gentle frame and desperately trying to run away from civilization with my husband, to some peaceful hut with no wireless devices in a 50-mile radius… Oh yeah, graphic design was the point of this paragraph?
But then, there was the statement from someone I knew, who took cake decorating classes, that one cannot make a beautiful cake with real ingredients – as opposed to processed, chemical-infused concoctions with shelf life to survive our generation… I thought her cakes were stunning while mine looked like mud slides, in their organic heavy whipping cream mousse and pathetic coconut shreds…
So… I have all the qualifications to make beautiful cakes, right? Right. Plus, there is Youtube with some plausible (others not so much) cake decorating quests that people of the year have shared with the cruel commenting world… There are about a zillion books on the subject, half of them making their way from Amazon warehouses into our bedroom – not the loft library or the office – engulfing the space and my loads of free time after 1am. There are also the countless professional bakers, chocolatiers, pasty chefs and anyone out there with an oven and a fridge (myself included) who has decided their creations are worth the attention of disinterested onlookers who happen to click on the wrong link from an unrelated blog…
Hello world, here come my cakes… For the last few years, I was resolved to evade the brightly lit, deafening blogosphere and the personality distortion of “community” websites with virtual friends, only six levels away from whoever’s royal cloak I may have wished to touch…But I guess it is finally catching up to me… The cake mania has taken over my senses and in order to keep a fraction of sanity, I have to offload some awesomeness for someone else to bear… More history, covering the last six months worth of cakes – with insufficient amount of pictures – to come whenever I’m able to steal another half hour… Yeah, I know, this blogging thing requires commitment, and 5-a-day posts to keep subscribed minds satisfied, but I think… though it can be questioned… I think, I still have a life outside the blinking cursor…
I bow to your persistence in following the line of thought above. Thank you.
