It's Just Abbey

Last night was the final night of cake decorating!

Let me rewind to Tuesday morning at around 3am when I woke up and realized I hadn’t made any butter cream frosting. DAMN! So I reset my alarm for about 30 minutes earlier and went to bed. Now, I wake up early for work as it is so I only went back to sleep for about 2 hours. I got ready and as I was packing my lunch and making myself breakfast I had the mixer on. It was a little frantic making this icing because I wasn’t completely awake and I was more interested in my Captain Crunch.

So I thought, what color should my icing be? Well, Abbey, it is going to be for a basket weave around our cake. Brown. This icing shall be brown! I pulled out the gel coloring and glomped in the color. Not being awake enough I ended up making a mess with this gel. It was all over my hands and kitchen. I cleaned up what I could and then ran out the door for work. It wasn’t until I got to work under the florescent lights that I looked at my hands. They were covered in splotches of brown. Not dark brown, not pale brown but a nice healthy brown like the color of… well… poo. Just what I need. Running around my job looking like I ran out of toilet paper. Although it would be a good angle for getting a raise…

Moving on.

Later that night my mom and I showed up to class and set up our stations. We had two little cakes prepared to be decorated. My mom made them orange cakes so they looked like orange sherbet. They looked tasty. The class was mostly quiet for the first part because we were all silently practicing the basket weave technique. It is a design that goes around the side of the cake to make it look like your cake is a little basket. It is adorable. We worked and worked perfecting the design on wax paper before we moved to our cakes.

THEN BOBBY FLAY RAN IN THE DOOR AND DEMANDED A CAKE DECORATING THROW DOWN WITH OUT TEACHER!

He called her out for her awesome cake baking and decorating skills and claimed he could beat her at her own game! They fired up their grills and the match was on! I have never seen competition so fierce! We all watched in terror as the flames, roses, and icing filled the little room. Who would win!? Butter cream poured shamelessly and then out of now where…

No? Not buying it? Fine.

It was a rather standard last class but we did have a fun. The two new designs we learned were kind of simple but very pretty when executed properly. It was something my mother mastered early and was very happy about.

It was time to work on our final cake. This is a picture of what the final cake should kind of look like. (minus the birds)

First we had to make a basket weave all the way around our little cakes. I don’t know if it was just me but those cakes seemed really small until we started that weaving! You only do about half an inch at a time and each half an inch is very intricate. Frosting, turn, frosting, turn, frosting, turn, repeat for infinity. I am not sure how I managed it but my weave started out with four rows and ended with five. Don’t ask me how but it happened.

My mom worked diligently and made a sweet looking peach basket weave. Despite a few little flaws only she could see, I think she was really happy with the result. We both high fived each other. Cakes that look like baskets? Check!

After we did that we added the flowers we had made last week. First you put a big mound of frosting on your cake. Then you arrange the flowers. This was the trickiest part actually. It was like putting together a puzzle and none of the pieces actually fit together.

After some struggle and many, MANY jokes about our weird colored flowers, we were finished.

My mom's final cake!

Who is digging the John Deere colored roses? I know I am!


My finished cake!

A couple people in the class kept commenting that our colors were always so vibrant and looked like Play Dough. I really hope those were compliments because that’s how I took them. As I have mentioned before, Play Dough is tasty.

So that’s it, gang. Cake decorating classes are over. Nothing more to say. There may be a 301 class but we aren’t sure about it yet. I’ll keep you all posted.

What am I going to do now? I am losing my mommy-Abbey bonding time. I need to cook up a new plan. I have been trying to get her into running but she is very against the idea. I will break her down eventually! Hmmm... Maybe we can start a mother/daughter crime fighting team. Or we could both try out to be Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. Oh! That's it. Reality TV, here we come.

But no, back to the Bobby Flay thing. It totally happened. And he lost. Take that Bobby Flay!