In the summer of 2008, my friend Nicole called and asked if I'd like to take a cake decorating class with her. Nicole's little boy was turning one, and she wanted to be able to decorate his first birthday cake. Since I was a stay-at-home mom of two kids and the prospect of spending the next six Saturdays out of the house sounded absolutely great, I said yes.
I consider myself relatively artistic--I always loved art class in school, and had even taken several ceramics and oil painting classes after I graduated from college. However, I wasn't totally sure that my artistic inclinations would translate into cake success.
At the first class, our teacher (a sweet woman who had very few teeth and wore house slippers to class) told us all about the tools we'd need and the fact that we'd need to bake a cake and two batches of icing each week for the next five weeks. I, for some reason, was surprised by this. I mean, I'm not sure what I thought I'd be decorating...Anyway, I was thankful that my husband works at a school and that I could send the cakes away with him instead of eating all of them.
Within a couple of weeks I figured out that I had a knack for decorating cakes, and what's more, I actually liked it! For one: I like food, and sweets in particular. And two: it's fun to be part of people's special events. Birthdays, baby showers...it seems that everyone gravitates toward the cake.
In my next posts I'll show the cakes I made in class, followed by the cakes I made in the aftermath of class. Hopefully you'll see progress over the past year and a half!
And Nicole: thanks for inviting me to cake class! Even though we never learned the Wilton Rose and are technically cake class dropouts, I think we still got our money's worth!
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