tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73766188704550236522024-02-20T21:51:56.284-07:00Cake Expectationscake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-8154417474047705982009-01-20T20:22:00.006-07:002009-01-21T08:42:46.675-07:00Happy 89th Grandma!<div align="center">It was my Grandma's 89th Birthday! I was asked to do the cake and I wanted to do 89 candles...I made them out of fondant, but there are not 89. We were to have some real ones to make up the difference, but Grandma was so excited about not having to blow out candles, we left them off.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584883624328226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHMCm0f0TOQY2ydnofOtjidpQiLjtFY0Qh4-6vDaFLMVoHdnw1zkpce9ocS2dfTLIZL4dwVbKjNo9GuXm8J0uYsTCSztWif11AN1GkhFpWPO5P67_XlTvFh9AWjg-bmHspliPzKUrHPA/s400/Mollie+baptism+cmas+103.jpg" border="0" />I have been having some bad cake mojo going on lately. This cake was not supposed to be topsy turvy, but a sunken layer made me change my mind. (I didn't have time to bake another layer) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584897528145074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDAEFrGhwzxC9H4ii2pieGsTmgZXpoMWw7LGlMqdL3KWR0shAUU4exzSdmSI5LVKJDLNVleGML0hqVTe63BFPXqqarjx_TPO7b9seGxPN0DqVj1yYi1qE8a7eS7alV1TBYuHNizHqMwg/s400/Mollie+baptism+cmas+106.jpg" border="0" />I was running very late trying to get the cake done, and there was no possible way I would have gotten it done if a good friend hadn't called to see how I was doing and offer her help. Emily came and helped me roll the balls of fondant for the borders and make yellow flames for the candles. Thanks, Em. I couldn't have done it without your help! Love Ya!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584896515994242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUy9aq4i8LF40RdzdctaVPvvjhQHL9gQMqbPKHcFjfeZCz8j6IZbFhGWxgcsXbvMvVLZua6zckFPum5Est6gaOlgPqri1eU00soGtTtzAboNAghPjY_J8D8j23FFpWbI4Lk_2B4Ywxm0/s400/Mollie+baptism+cmas+107.jpg" border="0" />We got to the party (late) and the cake was loved by all. But all that really matters is that grandma liked it and felt special.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvE638u8XyxuB3C5jfK0C3RtkmcXs6xL2-L_fkt4NJChLoNFlT-6do5WPxD-qK-7OKunRk2bkdiYbSJY4H2DopNFwfJX013N_POFvKr0AVTP2I15Vv82eOeXbyJ9HyM7NHGKBilZ2jIM/s1600-h/Mollie+baptism+cmas+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584911599655122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvE638u8XyxuB3C5jfK0C3RtkmcXs6xL2-L_fkt4NJChLoNFlT-6do5WPxD-qK-7OKunRk2bkdiYbSJY4H2DopNFwfJX013N_POFvKr0AVTP2I15Vv82eOeXbyJ9HyM7NHGKBilZ2jIM/s400/Mollie+baptism+cmas+116.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think she did..This is her with her cake<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrmgZTbMHeJoJQ_AIzP4UaNcrvKcoRpwnvPhmZMRbRgdy6uBAHUVRFcpD5xN_Ni5Hk55SzOt9hUc3wbYi8FWzF-7NlHhIMOosgKX4tH08O3wKgzaFZppZeaCEGIWN-IlONEY1bnhO4cg/s1600-h/Mollie+baptism+cmas+111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293584904391086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrmgZTbMHeJoJQ_AIzP4UaNcrvKcoRpwnvPhmZMRbRgdy6uBAHUVRFcpD5xN_Ni5Hk55SzOt9hUc3wbYi8FWzF-7NlHhIMOosgKX4tH08O3wKgzaFZppZeaCEGIWN-IlONEY1bnhO4cg/s400/Mollie+baptism+cmas+111.jpg" border="0" /></a> A very happy birthday to you, Grandma! I am already working on the design for next year's birthday...90!! (It's gonna be awesome!)<br /><br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div><br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-73510942623317323082009-01-04T21:27:00.003-07:002009-01-04T23:02:21.501-07:00Happy disasterversary<div align="center">Well, It is my one year disasterversary. As in cake disaster anniversary. Last year, I was asked to do my cousin's wedding cake. (Actually, my husband's cousin, but I adhere to the what's mine is yours rule) </div><div align="center">It was a simple design. Two tier, frosted smooth with a simple border and fresh flowers. Easy enough. I made the ingredients and we loaded up the car and headed to Las Vegas. When we got there I assembled the cake frosted it, and set it on the dining room table and went to bed. It was pretty. And {almost} perfect. We got up, and headed to the wedding in the morning. The cake still looked good. After the wedding, My Husband and I went back to the house to get the cake and take it to the reception. I walked in the house, and DISASTER! The frosting was cracking and the bottom tier was bulging. I didn't understand it. Nothing like this had ever happend before. I had doweled the cake more that was necessary, just in case, and it still was a mess. I grabbed the bowl of extra frosting and all my tools and we hopped in the car. </div><div align="center">The road to the country club was under construction, and very bumpy. even though we drove very slowly, the bumpiness made the cake worse and worse. I couldn't help it, I started crying. It kept getting worse. At one point I even put my hands on either side of the cake just to hold it together. By the time we got to our destination, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I looked at my husband and sobbed, "don't let anyone see me like this." I didn't want anyone to see me loose my composure like that.<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287663402384104066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGySgiCC-AhiCImEgej-jmCFWENjYRtFRlunuUWu293w2y-oB5KiCdj37xbIzpwThC2Q16CJXqqrASDA2Fhzdq6gg6kM9EEGplTUEaIIIMtR75KAcQ7u7c0waMy4mDwSM_bC-1DxZkIU/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" />We went in through the back door and into the kitchen so I could try and fix the mess I was carrying. However, I could not stop sobbing, no matter how hard I tried. I just felt so bad that they had trusted me with a part of their celebration, and I messed up. Then the mother of the bride came in and she was being so nice, then the other cousins and aunts. All trying to make me feel better, but I just felt worse. I was also mad at my husband for not keeping them all away from me like I had begged him to earlier. I suppose, however, it is hard to suddenly be a tough enforcer around people you have grown up with that see you as a quiet, unassuming type. (he is forgiven) I just felt so bad that they were all trying to make me feel better. No one should have noticed me that day. All the focus should have been on the happy couple.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRHixSROwMDk_pPbzzWhyphenhyphene7KDYyIu71uqb40Olz-RCDZp9E5prqll3Kp1NMB3L0BE11IjgY_kNnbXnCGsv1L83Z-hxEYm7znJUVdpI61o1XZqzRb2DSOETfsROGz6ry8vJBWZp8FP3gY/s1600-h/IMG_0126.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287663413082754418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRHixSROwMDk_pPbzzWhyphenhyphene7KDYyIu71uqb40Olz-RCDZp9E5prqll3Kp1NMB3L0BE11IjgY_kNnbXnCGsv1L83Z-hxEYm7znJUVdpI61o1XZqzRb2DSOETfsROGz6ry8vJBWZp8FP3gY/s400/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /></a> I finally calmed down enough to try and fix the cake (although I never stopped crying). I had it in the freezer, trying to freeze the cake and help stop the bulging. There was no way I could make it smooth again, so I decided just to do layers and layers of a band made with a rose tip. I thought it turned out pretty okay, but my husband thought it was not. He didn't even get why I took pictures of it. Although I did pretty good at hiding the cracks, I could not disguise the leaning of the cake. To me it looked like a bustle on the back of a dress, so I ended up putting a little flower there, the idea being that it might make it look like it was that way on purpose.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287663417613029522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkO3hGSnWMGUTaWN-H_9ebkQj8M9Nm_htzhU4mfk8rBiKMCpYnDU5bFQwJNWpDlr2N4JAyCD1tECpU2YOs8L1JSlR-acI0jN2U4co1lpa7_mjaT7ZdcWYWMvliWnFgigCvPuVqQWvlIkg/s400/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" />Although the cake itself was a mess, the real disaster was the way I behaved. (can I blame it on hormones?) I really wish I would have held myself together better. I was so embarrassed that I could not even face the bride and groom. I should have had the grace to go over and offer my sincerest apologies, but I just wanted to crawl under the table and hide. So, officially, I am so sorry about the cake Whitney and Brad! I am also sorry about being a total social invalid that day.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287663425047413634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEo59nzzZU7RExFCERk6B4gl2eskSlJzPgAZ0vMpqZxBknhAtlxfg3zvPc8KY2aDLJnT-UpHJOV2Vas-nzp9oKQk8vWpdw9K5qiZhPiiMBfJoK3MksIA4f6__5ni40uNo46GI_IAt8AZs/s400/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" /><br />My theories about what happened? I have no idea for sure. There were so many things on that cake that I do not normally deal with. She wanted funfettti cake, and I usually don't use a cake mix. She also wanted a frosting that used powdered sugar, another unusual one for me. There is also the climate I was not used to (a little warmer than I expected it to be). I have no idea, but at least it looked cool when they cut it! It tasted pretty good to...or at least that is what they told me. (I couldn't look at the thing, much less eat it.)<br /><br />I had planned on making a real one (the way it was supposed to be) for their anniversary, but I am commissioned to do a different cake tomorrow, so this will have to do.<br /><br />HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY WHITNEY AND BRAD!!<br />I wish you many many more years of happiness together.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-14114443371478835472009-01-02T10:34:00.002-07:002009-01-02T10:37:14.976-07:00Coming soon:Some cake pics! I have been MIA for a while, but this week I have pics of a cake I'd rather not remember (but I ought to), and a new cake to post. It should be fun, but I gotta finish the thing first! So, keep a lookout!cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-45804197445826602102008-12-15T10:13:00.002-07:002008-12-15T10:19:57.447-07:00Baptism Cake<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoTd_08tVIjkiVkCixZSa3X-je0-zOFng-2TH4QSO8QElgtqLkunHqmQChlgq38eehBdqYgf4VpdhWrJoABInGbevNYNdgx3IVAqGatiiVJ90kUUCykXljZS3UTkqsfdUgN1smL_fV2A/s1600-h/Mollie+baptism+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoTd_08tVIjkiVkCixZSa3X-je0-zOFng-2TH4QSO8QElgtqLkunHqmQChlgq38eehBdqYgf4VpdhWrJoABInGbevNYNdgx3IVAqGatiiVJ90kUUCykXljZS3UTkqsfdUgN1smL_fV2A/s400/Mollie+baptism+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280066680687280322" border="0" /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiac54LXvRvGB1wRvLrg9EkUiHd-GmEg4Wjw9kZu2iU61QAwRkMpO6uBb4moRLnBXRa6vL3L1_uajJ4Cdh2W7w8GBRWqb7tMcTGRZ-2JfQKfCJfx0LbavW5j0hwP6iCB4B6-mJ6QPDOZ58/s1600-h/Copy+of+Mollie+baptism+049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiac54LXvRvGB1wRvLrg9EkUiHd-GmEg4Wjw9kZu2iU61QAwRkMpO6uBb4moRLnBXRa6vL3L1_uajJ4Cdh2W7w8GBRWqb7tMcTGRZ-2JfQKfCJfx0LbavW5j0hwP6iCB4B6-mJ6QPDOZ58/s400/Copy+of+Mollie+baptism+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280066677076657586" border="0" /></a>The cake I made my daughter for her baptism. I used the invitations as inspiration. I was pleased with the way it turned out. If I had it to do over again, I would change some things, but this is not too bad for being thrown together in 20 min (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">literally</span>) some time around midnight. (just the decorating. the cake was baked and assembled earlier...)<br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-16444962421038381742008-11-04T10:38:00.002-07:002008-11-04T10:44:05.067-07:00WHAT??!??!?NO CAKE?? That is right... 3 birthdays and Halloween all in the space of 5 days at our house, and not a crumb of cake. We had skeleton gingerbread people, pie and ice cream, but no cake. My oldest decided recently she is "not really a cake girl, Mom." and Hubby always wants pie. No dessert on my b-day. (it comes last and we are all too sugared out by then.) We did have ice cream cake while visiting Grandma, so I guess <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">technically</span> that counts as cake....<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ahh</span> well. There's always next year.cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-45064763695714285942008-10-19T19:04:00.003-06:002008-10-19T19:14:31.762-06:00Pumpkin angel food cake<div align="center">This is my absolute favorite fall and holiday desert. Pumpkin Angel Food Cake.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzi4Cghgm-IXN0J2hzNeNv_uxdR9J4TmYJfTDP9MRdBHOeFk2tjLEqMXsKlvjZPFfxSJ-2ZYlK0Icinzwu-JOVQ7hjLP1okB5mLbaLqm2DUHfPEtpKHiGXIKKYTQZ525MdKKXVP6ybW1U/s1600-h/HPIM0840.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259035892518718130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzi4Cghgm-IXN0J2hzNeNv_uxdR9J4TmYJfTDP9MRdBHOeFk2tjLEqMXsKlvjZPFfxSJ-2ZYlK0Icinzwu-JOVQ7hjLP1okB5mLbaLqm2DUHfPEtpKHiGXIKKYTQZ525MdKKXVP6ybW1U/s400/HPIM0840.JPG" border="0" /></a> It is guilt free (take the low calorie count and fat free-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ness</span> of angel food cake and add the vitamins and fiber of pumpkin...). I love to serve this with cranberry cool whip or plain cool whip, cinnamon and freshly ground nutmeg. Delicious! Here, I garnished it with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cranberries</span>, both sugared and plain, and fresh mint.<br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-57161375910351608672008-10-14T21:40:00.003-06:002008-10-14T21:52:43.023-06:00You, too, can make this at home!<div align="center">Not much cakeage going on at our house the past two weeks, but here is a nectarine topped <strong>Mascarpone Cheesecake</strong> that is oh, so tasty. I posted the recipe <a href="http://ameliastestkitchen.blogspot.com/search/label/cheesecake">here</a> a few weeks ago. It was so good, I made one for my handsome man to take to work with him. It was all gone before he could get to it to snag a piece, so my guess is it was a big hit.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmoqu867EWZScHwhhP8bIGnJmdgLPKXPsuYpCsy2_wcObd2BINM0zrkI-rncC14Icv2BkVkzyqQ2G7ICYyT8AeIhHKliwRi6Sf5YNtu9pe0m-MRIN2idmV1AXKRS5VNhx4dvip4qYGBY/s1600-h/cheesecake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257220870699269522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmoqu867EWZScHwhhP8bIGnJmdgLPKXPsuYpCsy2_wcObd2BINM0zrkI-rncC14Icv2BkVkzyqQ2G7ICYyT8AeIhHKliwRi6Sf5YNtu9pe0m-MRIN2idmV1AXKRS5VNhx4dvip4qYGBY/s400/cheesecake.jpg" border="0" /></a> Look! No cracks! (I just had to post this one to prove that the fruit was not a cover up for a cracked cheesecake...this time)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6bA10fp2aIBkqDzlOopSClTgc8-uk6DMh6LNz4gkyTeViJz7nCju33CduvK8XrIr9uogMwRupWPYdcGrLMdk3vhbHZI9U1WIio9Uwb2gEWEEr240hyiZrlIJEdmh1QU3UdBhuOYriPI/s1600-h/nectarine+cheesecake2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257220875664796738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6bA10fp2aIBkqDzlOopSClTgc8-uk6DMh6LNz4gkyTeViJz7nCju33CduvK8XrIr9uogMwRupWPYdcGrLMdk3vhbHZI9U1WIio9Uwb2gEWEEr240hyiZrlIJEdmh1QU3UdBhuOYriPI/s400/nectarine+cheesecake2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Birthday week at our house is coming up. (three b-days and Halloween all in the span of 5 days) I will hopefully have some fun "real" cake pics soon!<br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-73727207408103668942008-10-03T14:19:00.002-06:002008-10-03T14:26:10.857-06:00Chocolate lover's birthday<div align="center">A cake for my sister's Mother-in-law's 60th. She loves chocolate, so that is what she gets.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2tStsFUkJ0S_ONR4bvFpMqN-Sxf4i1p5slzkeznJZ95gyG15Rqa76dTVui0TSW-94EYcvODwEsIMQz2hqNfeiVHlB9sfJGMiGMQ4ZQJh7aaeNGlja9FEYxvXoUgVhVsXeJP5Hs4GCnE/s1600-h/maryanne+cake+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253025681318190962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2tStsFUkJ0S_ONR4bvFpMqN-Sxf4i1p5slzkeznJZ95gyG15Rqa76dTVui0TSW-94EYcvODwEsIMQz2hqNfeiVHlB9sfJGMiGMQ4ZQJh7aaeNGlja9FEYxvXoUgVhVsXeJP5Hs4GCnE/s400/maryanne+cake+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> 3 layer chocolate cake with strawberry filling and chocolate frosting...so yummy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqmbvcjCnL4EZNmmnQTXyqPv0yrTcSWxIHKHM47SytXqyCH_iqu3h7S6902IVe4Ot0gsec0WEGJkjn0Ez5NEvB1AYNH7yqeLwqo3vR1mPEaXT7wy_0b4QPCdmnKmNAhyphenhyphenVJcteNaJIk6I/s1600-h/MaryAnn+cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253025690829187042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqmbvcjCnL4EZNmmnQTXyqPv0yrTcSWxIHKHM47SytXqyCH_iqu3h7S6902IVe4Ot0gsec0WEGJkjn0Ez5NEvB1AYNH7yqeLwqo3vR1mPEaXT7wy_0b4QPCdmnKmNAhyphenhyphenVJcteNaJIk6I/s400/MaryAnn+cake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuK_Mz2Offx7LUaEYXifrRU7TLVtgG86-0RmEPWOQmZAgsc7PzxvLmAozV6e6AeFPN4lHkfptxTmmdbz1EEnfijd54SBh8AWkDUHFihacAOp2SKELwjjJUwrxBmMHOXFiQP7gCbl78rk/s1600-h/maryanne+cake+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253025694543000530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuK_Mz2Offx7LUaEYXifrRU7TLVtgG86-0RmEPWOQmZAgsc7PzxvLmAozV6e6AeFPN4lHkfptxTmmdbz1EEnfijd54SBh8AWkDUHFihacAOp2SKELwjjJUwrxBmMHOXFiQP7gCbl78rk/s400/maryanne+cake+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-61881898668283998282008-09-11T14:17:00.004-06:002008-09-22T10:26:02.244-06:00This is what you get at 2 am.<div align="center">I made this cake at 2 am after I finished the cake for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bryan</span> and Lindsay. It was for my Aunt Cristie. Bryan got married on his mom's Birthday, so we had to make a little something to mark the (other) occasion! Since I finished at 2 am, I did not take a picture. I just stumbled upstairs to my bed. I went to take pics the next morning, and DISASTER!!! Okay, not disaster, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">disappointment</span>. It was pretty perfect when I put it in the fridge...not so much when I took it out.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJ6GdEo8oBBYNXtsjnfmwonvv9EBtWu1JF3DflzJREbhNuQm9yAmUHfNtKREvAcGMX72mg46IO-qCIHaQWH_E0V8KTaSvvwPpDJriB2Ytwz5Q2zM2Y6gVl_bO5VhASRsoBPaZ4uQbxYs/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244861047761963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVJ6GdEo8oBBYNXtsjnfmwonvv9EBtWu1JF3DflzJREbhNuQm9yAmUHfNtKREvAcGMX72mg46IO-qCIHaQWH_E0V8KTaSvvwPpDJriB2Ytwz5Q2zM2Y6gVl_bO5VhASRsoBPaZ4uQbxYs/s400/cannon+pictures+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> The cake and frosting are sugar free (or at least drastically reduced sugar) and the fondant on the outside is not. There must have been some chemical reaction between the two, because it was eating through the fondant! And the cakes were leaking some sort of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">carmel</span> looking substance (the cake was all chocolate). I have never had that happen before! I was so embarrassed to take this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBdOccz32WOTIPf7yB8z39EbAzP1ch4VdUdTkDrExLQJ_PPTY44kedVEf1hUuog6GJCV8An7bvMQk0ep4cgkYeipJUxpS2v6gXwIUFEtY5Xl30wd0X9fxVbymvGV1jekf1-Fwp2_sbVo/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244861056262865202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBdOccz32WOTIPf7yB8z39EbAzP1ch4VdUdTkDrExLQJ_PPTY44kedVEf1hUuog6GJCV8An7bvMQk0ep4cgkYeipJUxpS2v6gXwIUFEtY5Xl30wd0X9fxVbymvGV1jekf1-Fwp2_sbVo/s400/cannon+pictures+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">It</span> just got worse during the 2 hour car ride. I stuck it in the freezer when we got to the reception location, but it was too late. They did bring it out later that night, and my Aunt seemed to love it and as long as it made her feel special, that is what matters. (but I would have been happier if it was perfect...)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmPgi9OtcnnoxGyraslqG8MLlfFEgY-fNbvWWNEvbw91QZmhxWl16woBnhIKgktYWaF4qKuqy_fmvuf8SoCSyVN28PPNFCOR3YLAoOaEzff9xzVDwqN7D9mYQC0eNI8bECMJ8FzdeywA/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244861066431098802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmPgi9OtcnnoxGyraslqG8MLlfFEgY-fNbvWWNEvbw91QZmhxWl16woBnhIKgktYWaF4qKuqy_fmvuf8SoCSyVN28PPNFCOR3YLAoOaEzff9xzVDwqN7D9mYQC0eNI8bECMJ8FzdeywA/s400/cannon+pictures+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> Anyway, Happy birthday, Aunt Cristie! I hope you had a great one, and that the cake <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tasted</span> good! </div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-45220861585282602132008-09-06T10:44:00.003-06:002008-09-22T10:13:08.288-06:00Bryan & Lindsay's Cake<div align="center">Finally, pictures of my cousin's wedding cake. This one was an adventure to make. My sink clogged on baking day, and no amount of super duper ultra professional strength kitchen drain de-clogger would fix. (I don't think I have nose hairs anymore, though...) So, I washed all the dishes in a giant bowl in my sink, and would run out back and dump the dirty water on the weed patch. Thankfully, my amazing husband came home and dismantled the garbage disposal in the sink and fixed it so I could clean a bit faster.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkglEd8sGrJ-oaVMy-a_CoxFDaz31JY7PwT0fXulKjFMIJyfgtiLSqgNuJael5qFPFJOxgw3RyZ_YkgOtMESfgDsTyciU72B8Tb70uaB0Td-Tx8IcmzWYagLN4My5tV9u34OObCHJPOSI/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242952718925686226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkglEd8sGrJ-oaVMy-a_CoxFDaz31JY7PwT0fXulKjFMIJyfgtiLSqgNuJael5qFPFJOxgw3RyZ_YkgOtMESfgDsTyciU72B8Tb70uaB0Td-Tx8IcmzWYagLN4My5tV9u34OObCHJPOSI/s400/cannon+pictures+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Front</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulIgutPrGImjwr2Hmws-ehyphenhyphenAEE9BZ32sWnwy-A16pp8qLcE8W0kIrqo-Z6MWbUHM0t7L9azMjdVDmhPdboY2Ze3i5rU1LlQFSovkWgRF3AZTRp2nW9OKsgoRcC6R36cPjuAg3Q2DvsjE/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242952726150748850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulIgutPrGImjwr2Hmws-ehyphenhyphenAEE9BZ32sWnwy-A16pp8qLcE8W0kIrqo-Z6MWbUHM0t7L9azMjdVDmhPdboY2Ze3i5rU1LlQFSovkWgRF3AZTRp2nW9OKsgoRcC6R36cPjuAg3Q2DvsjE/s400/cannon+pictures+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Back</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdyt0147nCbhjhgzrk1-FzjdbfFRe1zhqr9NQh-O570f4jwfoZuFes2QImv-oLSp1lfP-GXaywfWJTPmRalFMYcoENu_RZqOdl42IgvYlGgx3SB0ysi1E-5rXEIu9WBac8D5YdnW6c0g/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242952728680629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdyt0147nCbhjhgzrk1-FzjdbfFRe1zhqr9NQh-O570f4jwfoZuFes2QImv-oLSp1lfP-GXaywfWJTPmRalFMYcoENu_RZqOdl42IgvYlGgx3SB0ysi1E-5rXEIu9WBac8D5YdnW6c0g/s400/cannon+pictures+037.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>All Set up with the "honeymoon box". (I always put a big chunk of cake, or in this case 3...one of each flavor.. in a box with two forks for the couple to take with them, in case they don't get a piece or need a late night snack)</p><p align="center">Congrats Bryan and Lindsay!<br /></p>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-75834130641240586572008-08-24T18:16:00.005-06:002008-09-22T10:13:35.151-06:00A Real Cake...<div align="center">Sort of.</div><div align="center">I realize I haven't posted a cake cake for a while. Sorry. What can I say...I am like a little bird. I get sidetracked easily.</div><div align="center">Now that I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">focused</span>, Here is a cake I did for a local Chocolate show last November. It is a dummy cake covered in chocolate fondant and handmade chocolate <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pine cones</span> and pine needles. I also made the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">meringue</span> mushrooms (the white ones) and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">gum paste</span> toadstools (the red ones) Chocolate cookie crumbs for dirt and real peat moss.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDLiEVHOubnOAvgqp61F_7NbcRIBpw6U3Yp6q-JJTjFTy7K-iTegnRiRDndNMqoz8h5BRpdNwVwt7-hKsu7Ig1rrvFT_8YzuMvGCUzzoz62ppC7J3UDaokx8V-G5PeilcECmlFeL9pFE/s1600-h/Raw00348.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238243667136635202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDLiEVHOubnOAvgqp61F_7NbcRIBpw6U3Yp6q-JJTjFTy7K-iTegnRiRDndNMqoz8h5BRpdNwVwt7-hKsu7Ig1rrvFT_8YzuMvGCUzzoz62ppC7J3UDaokx8V-G5PeilcECmlFeL9pFE/s400/Raw00348.JPG" border="0" /></a>These photos <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">are not</span> the best... The lighting was terrible and my little point and shoot was on it's last leg. Just pretend it looks even better than what you see :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1t1Yx0-ew6-LC-KFvPomAApfUft_2-azHQ6GeV2JmfEb0vp6UT80FgEJ1IH7qnkrrN35zwihoBFOD-KP-3jrR0-PJF9IZrMYzhyE6ErE-rHGNAlPeZD-xJzpV_QxEqirNHXPMdrYlZIw/s1600-h/Raw00349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238243673022922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1t1Yx0-ew6-LC-KFvPomAApfUft_2-azHQ6GeV2JmfEb0vp6UT80FgEJ1IH7qnkrrN35zwihoBFOD-KP-3jrR0-PJF9IZrMYzhyE6ErE-rHGNAlPeZD-xJzpV_QxEqirNHXPMdrYlZIw/s400/Raw00349.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnV2xe4PMOobcFtj4Wjm6MDdLSXnZEQQVcbYa-PhtHjMU7Zs54LDhS7b3arIo_dpk7j5mIUOzU3wLDnto829Pi2mtaffE-8v4aZ89as73KZrBB_AnZJxCl5AKUvy_EkczIc__9GvQG8o/s1600-h/Raw00352.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238243677820864114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnV2xe4PMOobcFtj4Wjm6MDdLSXnZEQQVcbYa-PhtHjMU7Zs54LDhS7b3arIo_dpk7j5mIUOzU3wLDnto829Pi2mtaffE-8v4aZ89as73KZrBB_AnZJxCl5AKUvy_EkczIc__9GvQG8o/s400/Raw00352.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-23251555419549963582008-08-19T09:39:00.003-06:002008-09-22T10:14:04.690-06:00Want s'more?<div align="center">After the huge success of my banana boat cupcakes, I decided to try another campfire classic in cupcake form...S'mores! I know this concept is no new, but it is delicious! I made chocolate cupcakes and stirred in a few graham cracker goldfish into the batter. Topped them with a fluffy marshmallow frosting, and torched those babies with my blow torch. (okay, it is just a little brulee torch, but that sounds wimpy)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8-taX0pQBGxPI-tLgeVXtl8ehkWkd06BKCx9rwnPil7UVDM4sv-FnFGDqMrZ-wrYhy2uJO-uX1dSnjdd7bHrBhyOimrqxoduD_Whe4pneEzRX7cua0V85_rh8EJZGu0FXxgblMT-1Ek/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236254355299365938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8-taX0pQBGxPI-tLgeVXtl8ehkWkd06BKCx9rwnPil7UVDM4sv-FnFGDqMrZ-wrYhy2uJO-uX1dSnjdd7bHrBhyOimrqxoduD_Whe4pneEzRX7cua0V85_rh8EJZGu0FXxgblMT-1Ek/s400/cannon+pictures+071.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/marshmallow-frosting?autonomy_kw=marshmallow%20frosting">Here</a> is the marshmallow frosting I used: (it is Jennifer Shea's from Trophy Cupcakes)</div><div align="center">Makes enough for 2 dozen cupcakes<br />8 large egg whites<br />2 cups sugar<br />1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar<br />2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract<br />Directions<br />Place egg whites, sugar, and cream of tartar in the heatproof bowl of an electric mixer. Set over a saucepan with simmering water. Whisk constantly until sugar is dissolved and whites are warm to the touch, 3 to 4 minutes.<br />Transfer bowl to electric mixer fitted with the whisk attachment, and beat, starting on low speed, gradually increasing to high, until stiff, glossy peaks form, 5 to 7 minutes. Add vanilla, and mix until combined. Use immediately. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Don't be intimidated! It really is easy! Make sure to toast them with a torch or under your broiler just before serving so you get the crispy outside!<br /></div><div align="center"></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-51277858113510750262008-08-11T13:59:00.004-06:002008-09-22T10:14:28.615-06:00Dad's birthday<div align="center">A cake for my Dad who loves to travel. A trip around the world (cake style). I had the itinerary all written out with the names of all the 5 star hotels he would stay at and what he would see... It was awesome. The idea was that he would circumnavigate the globe. I wanna go with him.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-u39qQfueGYn_0qlLjVJLFW8FwWi1eU2MIPQIYYtM5CfKj6K0lEbAwVGX5zV9Xss117Bcx5F43ZvAeFpo7Lhn5b6aO9etFp1cNz9NELxcZE8dbG0KxsC_aJ2nxtMrPiTWDEaMsZAdKE/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+131.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233353510937400546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-u39qQfueGYn_0qlLjVJLFW8FwWi1eU2MIPQIYYtM5CfKj6K0lEbAwVGX5zV9Xss117Bcx5F43ZvAeFpo7Lhn5b6aO9etFp1cNz9NELxcZE8dbG0KxsC_aJ2nxtMrPiTWDEaMsZAdKE/s400/cannon+pictures+131.jpg" border="0" /></a>Pack your bags: we leave from Las Vegas and fly to the big island of Hawaii, where he will sit on the beach and eat fresh pineapple and drink pina coladas. (the green umbrella)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOqrcPUAq_RYJQP4sAqPnjRXjRx7Z-SgQb1hJZJXfcejVF2LquV0tnUBPwXfmer92_o0R7ExcOGao0GZ_lAxES2yV-mJLupu7g2llxy02OD73lUFkmXU05rDKdJZc-FC6HW-QRZDm8cA/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233353555877092530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOqrcPUAq_RYJQP4sAqPnjRXjRx7Z-SgQb1hJZJXfcejVF2LquV0tnUBPwXfmer92_o0R7ExcOGao0GZ_lAxES2yV-mJLupu7g2llxy02OD73lUFkmXU05rDKdJZc-FC6HW-QRZDm8cA/s400/cannon+pictures+132.jpg" border="0" /></a> From Hawaii, he will fly to Beijing, China and visit the Great Wall and Tienanmen Square and the Forbidden City.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNHNeBGG80ULw0mDqoEDT21EX_hQOEq5Rk0qZiyWmGWsbVfA-p20v2tdOt7TVxpLkruvHwAbec3FrdptotYJamOXh6uh5C3GvrFQ6QDZ73ALXAeeeeWERuwZvCko6upPY6BmkMRON2Hg/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233353563115462114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmNHNeBGG80ULw0mDqoEDT21EX_hQOEq5Rk0qZiyWmGWsbVfA-p20v2tdOt7TVxpLkruvHwAbec3FrdptotYJamOXh6uh5C3GvrFQ6QDZ73ALXAeeeeWERuwZvCko6upPY6BmkMRON2Hg/s400/cannon+pictures+133.jpg" border="0" /></a> From Beijing to Cairo, Egypt to see the Pyramids (and stay in the most amazing hotel on Pyramid row). Then up (on the cake) to snorkel in the Seychelles. Hotel has a private pool and jacuzzi for each bungalow, and private beach. </div><div align="center">From the Seychelles, he flies to Pisa, Italy to visit the leaning tower of that city. A few nights in a villa in Tuscany, then he takes a train to...<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXkYT4xeBsZAI9FaNRwOLb8EpQ2DG20Vg6lGBimEehQkl-8RFVB3FvE8wbkiD80FlFWlH988AIx5ghNRT3Z1HRluB0F81bb59is1ZgiI1bkUQu9TRCuw9xcIw-myZ_zoaY3wJ6iuGz2s/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+134.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233353590274092418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXkYT4xeBsZAI9FaNRwOLb8EpQ2DG20Vg6lGBimEehQkl-8RFVB3FvE8wbkiD80FlFWlH988AIx5ghNRT3Z1HRluB0F81bb59is1ZgiI1bkUQu9TRCuw9xcIw-myZ_zoaY3wJ6iuGz2s/s400/cannon+pictures+134.jpg" border="0" /></a> Geneva, Switzerland to visit the Jet d'eau on Geneva lake. From Geneva, he heads to Paris, France to see the Eiffel tower. (He is not required to go to the top...)</p><p align="center">Then, back to Las Vegas, with a stop at Chicago to catch a game at Wrigley Field (ran out of room on the cake). All the way around the globe on a cake for your birthday, Dad! I hope it was a great one!</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">Everything on this cake is edible, except the pole on the umbrella. I made it all by hand. The Eiffel Tower on top was made out of royal icing in 20 separate pieces, then when they dried, I glued them together with more royal icing. The Las Vegas sign and the Jet d'eau are also Royal icing, everything else is fondant or gumpaste.<br /></p>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-55742575547142871202008-08-09T08:41:00.002-06:002008-08-09T08:55:14.234-06:00Cake Tasting<div align="center">My cousin is getting married!I am so excited. I love my family. I love weddings. Bryan and his fiancee asked me if I would make their wedding cake. I'd be honored! But you gotta choose what kind first. Tough job, I know.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIm70GeDSs4ow1Uh30JzUgyJsaso_WKu4JlSyMr_h2SajSNLTQdPru0u0W-iJBcZCTbx0aK4l9J4yXhMacktbPjYwCKLmY2fD6AHAKNImVYnpMilzFdC6lSUZH7lbHGK_ZfPVFztjqpyM/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232528814610146802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIm70GeDSs4ow1Uh30JzUgyJsaso_WKu4JlSyMr_h2SajSNLTQdPru0u0W-iJBcZCTbx0aK4l9J4yXhMacktbPjYwCKLmY2fD6AHAKNImVYnpMilzFdC6lSUZH7lbHGK_ZfPVFztjqpyM/s400/cannon+pictures+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> I had the happy couple over a few weeks ago to have their cake tasting, and to be my testers for a new experiment. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Here</span> it is: (it was a big hit)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DbbaWyIMwHDaoBiIvPZ7waYl_JRJ3ghBXqn5GK8DwV2_xddRoU2v6BYGjFOZiTOMZFbvVnFnXkgAxcdIIBM6vCaTh50mg3p8ez5tuzOmZBcEYky-HoOy3lrLcWLloYql3GY-dytelJk/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232528818295598114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DbbaWyIMwHDaoBiIvPZ7waYl_JRJ3ghBXqn5GK8DwV2_xddRoU2v6BYGjFOZiTOMZFbvVnFnXkgAxcdIIBM6vCaTh50mg3p8ez5tuzOmZBcEYky-HoOy3lrLcWLloYql3GY-dytelJk/s400/cannon+pictures+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lemon cake with grapefruit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">buttercream</span>. I used grapefruit flavoring oil and a pinch of citric acid in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">buttercream</span>.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RHRY6xh6y4VFdCeGezi3L-6fXzs0hxE56CYaWj7N2A3IsnQIjEdZ0VGrhY80VB-ge7MU45IHPaQdNhPtA7MOIGHi_c54EhnaWvRLIQIutvielqb4_Pr4-7ju1TL_62m-vgSbryz9PXk/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232528824755482098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RHRY6xh6y4VFdCeGezi3L-6fXzs0hxE56CYaWj7N2A3IsnQIjEdZ0VGrhY80VB-ge7MU45IHPaQdNhPtA7MOIGHi_c54EhnaWvRLIQIutvielqb4_Pr4-7ju1TL_62m-vgSbryz9PXk/s400/cannon+pictures+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> They also tried almond cake with strawberry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">buttercream</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsBppLwpQagPyMRf9reArLL3WuuXuN0q4l1hanBhhx3ys_LUS-gI4B71_j6U2H4oU_KCXRqm9KQt5qH_pXa-G-UyfI19aqC1TCM-XBLXoFR35hvd379vSGyNzbXfvmHByujjhqbvSZ5E/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232528832389425170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsBppLwpQagPyMRf9reArLL3WuuXuN0q4l1hanBhhx3ys_LUS-gI4B71_j6U2H4oU_KCXRqm9KQt5qH_pXa-G-UyfI19aqC1TCM-XBLXoFR35hvd379vSGyNzbXfvmHByujjhqbvSZ5E/s400/cannon+pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> chocolate with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Oreo</span>, butter pecan, and coconut.</p><p align="center">Which did they choose?</p><p align="center">Coconut with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">coconut</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">buttercream</span>, lemon with grapefruit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">buttercream</span>, and chocolate with raspberry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">buttercream</span>. I can't wait to do this cake! I'll have pics up of it soon, as the wedding is this month!<br /></p>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-85128504770194897192008-08-07T09:10:00.003-06:002008-09-22T10:14:50.859-06:00Not cake, but oooh maaannn.....<div align="center">My wonderful neighbor and friend brought me a box of beautiful apricots she had just picked from her Aunt's tree. They were perfect. as soon as I shut the door, I asked my kids if we should make grilled apricots. You'd think I'd asked if they wanted to go to Disneyland. So, before we even started making dinner, we heated up the grill and got out the honey. They were so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">simple</span> and delicious. Just cut the apricot in half, remove the pit, and brush with honey.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzt7yFG8TfVit58kcZvyUPWX5ymFcGwqHlmtsumzBLXMwjfBv7QD6ESTabE2WIkdSXWC1dr9dep3kStKe-h1jfCD1WcctlMxHtQZmrdjGsT0Qm2oU-xhtRwIO0ERI9faeyJ9PzCjW-g0/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+061.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231794005311506610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzt7yFG8TfVit58kcZvyUPWX5ymFcGwqHlmtsumzBLXMwjfBv7QD6ESTabE2WIkdSXWC1dr9dep3kStKe-h1jfCD1WcctlMxHtQZmrdjGsT0Qm2oU-xhtRwIO0ERI9faeyJ9PzCjW-g0/s400/cannon+pictures+061.jpg" border="0" /></a>Welcome to the grill, pretty fruit. enjoy the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">toastiness</span> in there! (remember to oil the grates well, that honey can get sticky!)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5R6iDE_OcCCQjyebc49FubZ8h7ueg5u8TbQg-SY-Km6MbZlEWKpdyRMBlrm81fGT64t0RCm9U6VE_VELVcwimlySSohAkHVImW36dTdRTRMhDncxR0oET9PCZtqL0rvAiIG_AYjvVc8/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231794004343179058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN5R6iDE_OcCCQjyebc49FubZ8h7ueg5u8TbQg-SY-Km6MbZlEWKpdyRMBlrm81fGT64t0RCm9U6VE_VELVcwimlySSohAkHVImW36dTdRTRMhDncxR0oET9PCZtqL0rvAiIG_AYjvVc8/s400/cannon+pictures+062.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OOOOOOHHHH</span>...perfect! Well, almost...</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1AleTO_6zaF-BMAgou-eYLrRr418wsZJxUBpRUB3Q-w5YAtt9AwPoqJhg1js5ODTDJRNYiVCywdnhomSV5nIx5JY1fgR4PxJKP8_QCcA0JxmEYxNSfve113IRY4v1W9jTV0geVUFMW9U/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231794007748800354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1AleTO_6zaF-BMAgou-eYLrRr418wsZJxUBpRUB3Q-w5YAtt9AwPoqJhg1js5ODTDJRNYiVCywdnhomSV5nIx5JY1fgR4PxJKP8_QCcA0JxmEYxNSfve113IRY4v1W9jTV0geVUFMW9U/s400/cannon+pictures+063.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>A la mode, anyone?</p><p align="center">Try it. You will l<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ove</span> me (even more).</p><p align="center">Thanks for sharing, Ariana & Aunt!<br /></p>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-80492623329249800362008-08-02T09:54:00.003-06:002008-09-22T10:15:10.299-06:00Cupcakes on the brain.<div align="center">Okay. So, I have cupcakes on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">the</span> brain today. My church group has asked me to teach a little cupcake decorating class in two days, and I am drawing a blank. What I love about cupcakes is that they can look so classic and yummy when decorated simply. So, I hope whatever I come up with will not be too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">disappointing</span>. I have been looking through my pics and trying to get inspiration, but they all look similar...with a cupcake it is all about the flavor combos! These are the only cupcake pics I have not posted.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9m0Tu9_U8MvziXplYOPltBysVnw2yD9Z5Vqtibt2cmmnSjSADmoV6YvnXwyBgl2qHfObXNil_9g49QUHLw4f7dxtTof6LiEfKScMWtcXN2EOiqaaYImsrqlcz279uy4-82Vz9G23CWE/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229951282177110322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9m0Tu9_U8MvziXplYOPltBysVnw2yD9Z5Vqtibt2cmmnSjSADmoV6YvnXwyBgl2qHfObXNil_9g49QUHLw4f7dxtTof6LiEfKScMWtcXN2EOiqaaYImsrqlcz279uy4-82Vz9G23CWE/s400/cannon+pictures+122.jpg" border="0" /></a> Teeny tiny ones are always fun.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4cCV-j_bFowZTsF8povAdJsHkOjUdrcLJ3hC8Lr6bAQ1Wgn-IsZQyZOo23-41kkdiIyvWUSUEfJ9j4lxfhcoqzy2R7SW3-vK6LTinMyBw1F-35YoYBMcBtcI5uLGBA8bPAvHXitJLwg/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229951286155660802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ4cCV-j_bFowZTsF8povAdJsHkOjUdrcLJ3hC8Lr6bAQ1Wgn-IsZQyZOo23-41kkdiIyvWUSUEfJ9j4lxfhcoqzy2R7SW3-vK6LTinMyBw1F-35YoYBMcBtcI5uLGBA8bPAvHXitJLwg/s400/cannon+pictures+124.jpg" border="0" /></a> These are chocolate cupcakes with c<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aramel</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">buttercream</span>. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wowie</span>!) and a chocolate dipped <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">caramel</span> heart.</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PKIjzUycojFc-syQHOe3jCNBPkPA7V7vhcM33wE2uILbJQgL8YqgvesWowqFPVtUOkwHGr38mhLikbJvos8b6IRkOZkjrS0wfJMHlywnJW5VjoWNQKgpeYjx6_aMeRsfWdPMsoRd5r4/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+129.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229951291200905826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PKIjzUycojFc-syQHOe3jCNBPkPA7V7vhcM33wE2uILbJQgL8YqgvesWowqFPVtUOkwHGr38mhLikbJvos8b6IRkOZkjrS0wfJMHlywnJW5VjoWNQKgpeYjx6_aMeRsfWdPMsoRd5r4/s400/cannon+pictures+129.jpg" border="0" /></a> Same thing, different packaging. I love putting my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cuppies</span> into great packaging to deliver...</p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlSspCH79ht6gR6w-Eqy7BcYuujOApvA0RqffO1ImWiVspqairUPFDdX1xFq_p0Mk2gORuN-kFFmZK2VSG2Ij3YkyuwmyVgr_KC5zhJon8-h9zTqKZ6Hk8YZUDx-99wTPvYNDi3ceyIY/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229951302060078946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlSspCH79ht6gR6w-Eqy7BcYuujOApvA0RqffO1ImWiVspqairUPFDdX1xFq_p0Mk2gORuN-kFFmZK2VSG2Ij3YkyuwmyVgr_KC5zhJon8-h9zTqKZ6Hk8YZUDx-99wTPvYNDi3ceyIY/s400/cannon+pictures+126.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>And when this is inside, you can't miss!<br /></p>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-23757097205383930562008-07-30T15:27:00.004-06:002008-09-22T10:26:47.181-06:00Thank you, neighbor!<div align="center">I made this bread for my neighbor who helped me out in a pinch by tending my kids last minute. Pecan lemon bread. After being baked, the bread is soaked in a yummy lemon syrup. Amazing!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHqlS1mv-oMd8TZt1rXd397O8-12IiYw-IIf6Of1YBkEZLW54MutS4tYgpOYHCcBET8CbYWMq1k28VllCB3YOC_LTpl3yJDygNxiGupZLvTMfbOmSOGPby1igfOyEBiSCITtdixpFYGE/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+248.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228922449668073026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHqlS1mv-oMd8TZt1rXd397O8-12IiYw-IIf6Of1YBkEZLW54MutS4tYgpOYHCcBET8CbYWMq1k28VllCB3YOC_LTpl3yJDygNxiGupZLvTMfbOmSOGPby1igfOyEBiSCITtdixpFYGE/s400/cannon+pictures+248.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hello pretty bread!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOxubaDdr_erFUYqNECpy6YFCSfnBG7X47D4gBgjk5yVrb_ajs-jOfxox9chp7IBNLWHOPw883EntgEi5gCVBrnZJxD2Z5jgUa8GkE4tdUg634e5lSBIKDFqcy0sxu7SItYWMcKN8UBU/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+249.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228922456536879810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOxubaDdr_erFUYqNECpy6YFCSfnBG7X47D4gBgjk5yVrb_ajs-jOfxox9chp7IBNLWHOPw883EntgEi5gCVBrnZJxD2Z5jgUa8GkE4tdUg634e5lSBIKDFqcy0sxu7SItYWMcKN8UBU/s400/cannon+pictures+249.jpg" border="0" /></a> All wrapped up, ready for delivery.</p><p align="center">Here's the recipe, adapted from Taste of Home magazine:</p><p align="center">Ingredients:<br />1/2 cup butter, softened<br />1-3/4 cups sugar, divided<br />2 eggs<br />2 cups all-purpose flour<br />1 teaspoon baking powder<br />1/2 teaspoon salt<br />3/4 cup sour cream<br />1 cup chopped pecans, toasted<br />1 tablespoon grated lemon peel<br />1/4 cup+2tbs lemon juice<br />Directions: In a large mixing bowl, cream butter and 1 cup sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs; mix well. Combine the flour, baking powder and salt; add to creamed mixture alternately with sour cream. Fold in pecans and lemon peel. Transfer to a greased mini loaf pans. Bake at 350° for 30-40 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. In a small saucepan, combine lemon juice and remaining sugar. Cook and stir over medium heat until sugar is dissolved. Pour over warm bread. Cool completely on a wire rack before removing from pan.<br /></p>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-1742508984876980642008-07-29T10:12:00.003-06:002008-09-22T10:25:44.206-06:00Mom's 60th<div align="center">For my mom's 60<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday, my dad ordered a cake. He wanted a family tree kind of cake--with all of her kids and grandchildren represented. My mom's birthday is really close to Christmas, so I opted not to do a tree design. I was afraid it might look too holiday-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ish</span>. So, we went <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">topsy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">turvy</span> and bright, fun colors. I made my parents, my siblings and all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grand kids</span> out of royal icing a week in advance. I forgot my brother's goatee..Sorry Ben! This was my first "real" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">topsy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">turvy</span> cake (aside from my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">bro's</span> wedding..see previous post) and I had nightmares all night that it was going to fall before the morning, but it did great!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHEHzSYDBrEBBqvsxmv51kwup7FoTH_l-wEy6ZfkjXh03xLr-QTL9PvZhuZNnAi0075aHt7yxvHixroA50ztelO9ANdrXcJsqKThQi9IPUD8X-ejLkhzEAhWTkZ1wMSqqiCXhtPZG6x0/s1600-h/Raw00357.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228471216767777026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHEHzSYDBrEBBqvsxmv51kwup7FoTH_l-wEy6ZfkjXh03xLr-QTL9PvZhuZNnAi0075aHt7yxvHixroA50ztelO9ANdrXcJsqKThQi9IPUD8X-ejLkhzEAhWTkZ1wMSqqiCXhtPZG6x0/s400/Raw00357.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was pumpkin cake with cranberry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">buttercream</span> on the bottom, and almond cake with peach <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">buttercream</span> on the top. (They are my mom's favorite) The hair on my mom's topper was brushed with platinum luster dust. It turned out a little more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">metallic</span> than I planned.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqqRGjubfm4GOro-GzUCkQ1wwbdQpGl2jPssYfJF5miM6EqxQd-Lpx29feOp7tsxMMCaeTdPskKFniMgOC-IHV6qx1VG_mv6NbyhPfl1vzUHw09KvpyTpfVSKD5zbwstZOJmxgb6j2kfM/s1600-h/Raw00360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228471226042727474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqqRGjubfm4GOro-GzUCkQ1wwbdQpGl2jPssYfJF5miM6EqxQd-Lpx29feOp7tsxMMCaeTdPskKFniMgOC-IHV6qx1VG_mv6NbyhPfl1vzUHw09KvpyTpfVSKD5zbwstZOJmxgb6j2kfM/s400/Raw00360.JPG" border="0" /></a> This was a surprise. My parents returned home from a vacation on my mom's b-day and the kids were all there. I made soups (corn chowder and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Mexican</span> chicken) and my siblings brought salad and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">bread sticks</span>. Yum!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxD_gkTvOebPqEoQtKzpCoJ6pNf2J7zPBRaEa1OvC7_DIlYCI00dWOS6DbqP8yjvDoS1ODXFEgdGADEaeI1HIy-m3m5yYk-x72v-j-pM57k6CBitRRENs99WHk3zTnsq-Q0meUaPk4E4/s1600-h/Raw00361.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228471229279059026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzxD_gkTvOebPqEoQtKzpCoJ6pNf2J7zPBRaEa1OvC7_DIlYCI00dWOS6DbqP8yjvDoS1ODXFEgdGADEaeI1HIy-m3m5yYk-x72v-j-pM57k6CBitRRENs99WHk3zTnsq-Q0meUaPk4E4/s400/Raw00361.JPG" border="0" /></a> My cute mom and her cake. She was so surprised when I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">brought</span> up the cake from the basement. She wouldn't cut it, and when we finally did, she saved all the royal icing people (she kept them on a plate for about a month!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKscYKDeJUSEDzdSZOndUD5_nc6AgEMRRCug85XdJjsg-GEQVbubLdEoalggYJA_ZJDj0OBgTRwg7AXoUSfiMmBQnxgZaopUjnvb0xDPaJ6IIyDGfIKoJigba2c39Mz5FqjZl8S_YaTQ/s1600-h/Raw00375.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228471232656375218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKscYKDeJUSEDzdSZOndUD5_nc6AgEMRRCug85XdJjsg-GEQVbubLdEoalggYJA_ZJDj0OBgTRwg7AXoUSfiMmBQnxgZaopUjnvb0xDPaJ6IIyDGfIKoJigba2c39Mz5FqjZl8S_YaTQ/s400/Raw00375.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1JhuOa96238_H8UmQoKbgHCPkNM6kIYqngkk8Tb31s59ME-PVMl1YrDVmuSodadmSEJak464104RC8FYXkJl1-3tv0P1ung00fn-EpMB3Z0r0MtWCpnIx8zWrtKEU8ZCWPlyvWjOiz4/s1600-h/Raw00376.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228471240530893554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg1JhuOa96238_H8UmQoKbgHCPkNM6kIYqngkk8Tb31s59ME-PVMl1YrDVmuSodadmSEJak464104RC8FYXkJl1-3tv0P1ung00fn-EpMB3Z0r0MtWCpnIx8zWrtKEU8ZCWPlyvWjOiz4/s400/Raw00376.JPG" border="0" /></a> I Love these extra long, slightly thicker <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">candles</span> from Tag! </div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-88140592195427480292008-07-25T09:34:00.004-06:002008-09-22T10:27:02.951-06:00Easy as Pie<div align="center">A few weeks ago I had a bunch of fresh raspberries and blueberries that were begging to be turned into something yummy. But I was feeling lazy. So here's what I came up with. It was easy, delicious and beautiful.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlBNvq9SKnHCV_EyoUUJcdfwLAJLx8cpLEPSWUDmkeZIRy-xlM5iWAaEK2eRzIDWvwRkD1qXsUdkuiGH6BF_bF-IBUeCGMPst7VbESLfk-zO6te5NoI6sS_a_KSUV6qxJQsBjrtqmbS8/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+347.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975782340455714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlBNvq9SKnHCV_EyoUUJcdfwLAJLx8cpLEPSWUDmkeZIRy-xlM5iWAaEK2eRzIDWvwRkD1qXsUdkuiGH6BF_bF-IBUeCGMPst7VbESLfk-zO6te5NoI6sS_a_KSUV6qxJQsBjrtqmbS8/s400/cannon+pictures+347.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A beautiful two layer berry pie!<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBSeodDio9xrBr8ryzrMcE5yJ-oX5xfJfkMMtzMW4btCyX1XeJIKpPdGpjpQ7PcUWXdqRWt2nDQSg73dDuDc-YbtycDJsdofiGk1tzvTKGc_2TDKedNIDMKTxkR5rZLv_coJKSsXCIcQ/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+349.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226975783549010322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBSeodDio9xrBr8ryzrMcE5yJ-oX5xfJfkMMtzMW4btCyX1XeJIKpPdGpjpQ7PcUWXdqRWt2nDQSg73dDuDc-YbtycDJsdofiGk1tzvTKGc_2TDKedNIDMKTxkR5rZLv_coJKSsXCIcQ/s400/cannon+pictures+349.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here's what I did:</p><p align="center">Bake your favorite pie crust (luckily I had a homemade crust in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">freezer</span> ready to pop in the oven), let cool completely.</p><p align="center">Mix together until smooth:</p><p align="center">1 8 oz. package cream cheese (i use the 1/3 less fat kind)</p><p align="center">1/3 c. sugar or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">splenda</span></p><p align="center">1 tsp vanilla and a little almond extract (do not use imitation almond)</p><p align="center">Once that is smooth, fold in about 2/3 of a small tub of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">frozen</span> whipped topping (thawed, of course). Spread into bottom of pie shell until pie is half full. Use the extras to make layered parfaits in pretty cups.</p><p align="center">For the fruit layer:</p><p align="center">Make one box of raspberry Danish Dessert according to box directions. (this can be found in any supermarket's baking isle)Let cool slightly. Add a couple of generous handfuls each of fresh blueberries and fresh <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">raspberries</span> and fold them in. Pour gently on top of pie. (pour extras on top of the parfaits) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Refrigerate</span> several hours before serving. Enjoy!<br /></p>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-34311408712597468922008-07-23T11:09:00.006-06:002008-09-22T10:17:21.448-06:00Auction cake #2<div align="center">Another cake I made for the church auction. I love making topsy turvy cakes... and I am getting much better at it (if I do say so myself). The first one I ever attempted was for my brother's wedding, and, well, it wasn't so great. We all thought it was awesome at the time, but now that I've figured out a much better way to do it I am embarrassed about the first one! I will not be posting pics of that one...If I'd only known then what I know now! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLv1UvAcRwBum_NjysusVfYX6XHYVJp0xespTymbJq9aP_imUF21ANbWWAHgFkxXaWnV1KE7yqOZVIGK33oGNaKgXFSrJJ3d8rrwqwkDLvO4HZdtyHLZES3zl7jh8hpDwovUxvB79X7kY/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+167.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226258850661447602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLv1UvAcRwBum_NjysusVfYX6XHYVJp0xespTymbJq9aP_imUF21ANbWWAHgFkxXaWnV1KE7yqOZVIGK33oGNaKgXFSrJJ3d8rrwqwkDLvO4HZdtyHLZES3zl7jh8hpDwovUxvB79X7kY/s400/cannon+pictures+167.jpg" border="0" /></a>This cake was a headache and a half. It took me about 17 hours total. I had my candy thermometer break without me realizing it, and I attempted two batches of my buttercream (which is extremely temperature dependant... and time consuming) before I figured it out.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBajH8CqRbnVtWnBW61cVlVFrLVJVayLYR_N1MH-17CR5PwafilKer6gd2H_2F8gsiwr26dF6JOGlpFPcg4HDpFDTOGivzXx-mPLFnr4A_t4c3g16JKyoOGdAMGnjQrBR7ZIRlTJb53XA/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+172.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226258860384823122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBajH8CqRbnVtWnBW61cVlVFrLVJVayLYR_N1MH-17CR5PwafilKer6gd2H_2F8gsiwr26dF6JOGlpFPcg4HDpFDTOGivzXx-mPLFnr4A_t4c3g16JKyoOGdAMGnjQrBR7ZIRlTJb53XA/s400/cannon+pictures+172.jpg" border="0" /></a> Almond cake with fresh peach buttercream, and the top tier was coconut cake with coconut buttercream.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrdy9_9vmDFtOMYycPjXjLbmQ419Vprl-zKu9HuroGCZfcKGmN0Nd5wrCRDYzQQMxIDV3mBsArLig7QP_6IZXgf2gJmPbf8qaCAP5MDDSxAWANZWpyxNepEH3N88NMNA_HOVkjpNPzlk/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226258864317197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrdy9_9vmDFtOMYycPjXjLbmQ419Vprl-zKu9HuroGCZfcKGmN0Nd5wrCRDYzQQMxIDV3mBsArLig7QP_6IZXgf2gJmPbf8qaCAP5MDDSxAWANZWpyxNepEH3N88NMNA_HOVkjpNPzlk/s400/cannon+pictures+169.jpg" border="0" /></a> I hope the family who bought ti liked it, because I sure had fun making it (after I figured out the thermometer thing) and I love the way it turned out! </div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-5146302394922096122008-07-22T14:45:00.005-06:002008-09-22T10:21:08.604-06:00Oreo Cake<div align="center">I made this cake for a fundraising auction at my church. It is an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Oreo</span> cake with a chocolate wrap. It had two layers of chocolate cake with one layer of vanilla cake in the middle. (so when you cut it, it would look like an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Oreo</span>) All with vanilla Italian <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Meringue</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">buttercream</span> with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Oreos</span> stirred in. Amazing. Like eating a milkshake on a cake. Thanks to my awesome friend <a href="http://somegirlscakes.blogspot.com/">Michelle</a> for tipping me off on that one. It's become one of my most requested. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://somegirlscakes.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225943067561899538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7QaOpC_Lxqz_56yl7z4HvvmyIlpWM8gqtjz6oJDmPc2CV9aASlzqoP-ADUJ95WPeDK9F0OD7sFyT99saK-uNJRz2UC0Ki-xkqtmr_r25IYRceEpaVAQzerW9KuJVrKFwlE9BRTi1qwI/s400/cannon+pictures+173.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-14472384528909236002008-07-18T16:25:00.004-06:002008-09-22T10:18:06.460-06:00Piece of cake...<div align="center">Literally. I made this cake for a lady at my church I used to visit. This picture is several years old, and is one of my first attempts at a whimsical cake. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVFT9hFovXiIAsbw2jtquN_SVnoOiioMRiC20NSGWZgDDxNsW94SsmdtKXiKB8Xcp-ZnKHYu4ePWRTpbbb8qvpoUXMxOL_WJtzehWs1XcUcp0IMFpfC19ZvwpMFevqWxgFy5A2hePxV5Q/s1600-h/HPIM0538a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224484418474531426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVFT9hFovXiIAsbw2jtquN_SVnoOiioMRiC20NSGWZgDDxNsW94SsmdtKXiKB8Xcp-ZnKHYu4ePWRTpbbb8qvpoUXMxOL_WJtzehWs1XcUcp0IMFpfC19ZvwpMFevqWxgFy5A2hePxV5Q/s400/HPIM0538a.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It was pretty small, made from slices of a 6 inch cake. Enough to serve 3 or 4 people.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jL6_TpNQ7bgDxYcaC6MyeGBUISxEcOnr7-l0oItwhqewQKZRpUcHJfRD4441ByPI_v5jomlFFY0gcZdDx6oA5I7AfTrrfodXBvwu4MbEXDPXLnR8z-PoR2EbpA0ac9LcG_5BpQzf64o/s1600-h/HPIM0539a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224484426161089746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jL6_TpNQ7bgDxYcaC6MyeGBUISxEcOnr7-l0oItwhqewQKZRpUcHJfRD4441ByPI_v5jomlFFY0gcZdDx6oA5I7AfTrrfodXBvwu4MbEXDPXLnR8z-PoR2EbpA0ac9LcG_5BpQzf64o/s400/HPIM0539a.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-85083305578498812122008-07-17T09:38:00.004-06:002008-09-22T10:18:29.561-06:00The cutest couple ever.<div align="center">This cake was made for the cutest couple I have ever worked with (and that is saying something). She is from China and He is of Scottish descent. They were so cute together! He even flew to China to ask hr parents if he could marry their daughter. How can you not love that? She wore a traditional red Chinese wedding dress, and he wore a kilt... When they saw this cake, there were no other options. They were only worried what the groom's mom would say when they told her they chose a red cake.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLHS221UBXzvkyYoETMBVPDbnVix1M0ObtMBLQJdOyzZFI4b7t1YUnLvVWaYr5EQ6KThGhH2DuQLUjc5NilzGb-6TWNtO5YjkXsIaNhj36__hKT5PcYQSproMrjEJ1KGzvuSLlPmsMJW0/s1600-h/Raw00340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224008516314206706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLHS221UBXzvkyYoETMBVPDbnVix1M0ObtMBLQJdOyzZFI4b7t1YUnLvVWaYr5EQ6KThGhH2DuQLUjc5NilzGb-6TWNtO5YjkXsIaNhj36__hKT5PcYQSproMrjEJ1KGzvuSLlPmsMJW0/s400/Raw00340.JPG" border="0" /></a> The backside. This cake was loosely based on a design by Colette Peters.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-2PuJMUifPImnHlmguuQcTZ2ECeE3ByYABnw2xQb395lDQnbS_OAwQkeITWiUZukhPJR7t7GzjxdR58Rhv6hi-oBFlmunWxSTuYShTW1boXvx09DZ7izKOoZvUV8Kt8tQEhvXrB6lXY/s1600-h/Raw00341.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224008563733907202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-2PuJMUifPImnHlmguuQcTZ2ECeE3ByYABnw2xQb395lDQnbS_OAwQkeITWiUZukhPJR7t7GzjxdR58Rhv6hi-oBFlmunWxSTuYShTW1boXvx09DZ7izKOoZvUV8Kt8tQEhvXrB6lXY/s400/Raw00341.JPG" border="0" /></a> Side view. I made all the fans with Royal icing. They took forever, but I loved the result.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4R6sd4HwDjAXjbUPRa3oiiNKSFMhpJFvpxXd8hT-1lkYpNHwH5ulQQN4-SjSQmPvNOQAOt7I7kDQNGSfJUEYV7og6pkyUSZKWD9puBKNy3tdR3siaTIdkbP6hBFmQlsezwAbqdzmTgQw/s1600-h/Raw00343.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224008582104512146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4R6sd4HwDjAXjbUPRa3oiiNKSFMhpJFvpxXd8hT-1lkYpNHwH5ulQQN4-SjSQmPvNOQAOt7I7kDQNGSfJUEYV7og6pkyUSZKWD9puBKNy3tdR3siaTIdkbP6hBFmQlsezwAbqdzmTgQw/s400/Raw00343.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here we go. The front. (I need camera lessons) The red fan I designed to match the embroidery on the bride's dress. The top fan was made in nine separate pieces and dried, then glued together with more royal icing to make 3D pleats. I love the china berry(the green berries) and the yellow flower stuff is called Scottish or Irish something. It was so much fun to combine these two cultures. I love celebrations like that! </div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-51532284107938153642008-07-15T13:19:00.003-06:002008-09-22T10:18:57.365-06:00I am a goddess. Worship me.<div align="center">My husband wanted to take a treat to the neighbor who has been helping him out with something, and I had overripe bananas in the kitchen. The stars had aligned. I had taught our girls about banana boats recently (you take a banana, slice out a wedge lengthwise and insert chocolate chips, marshmallows and peanut butter, wrap it all up in foil and toss it in the coals of a camp fire until it gets all warm and melty and gooey. Unwrap and eat. YUUUUUUMMMY! ) So, I decided to try and recreate this campfire confection as a cupcake.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4YLZE8iM4WHvpXTTugHGPqpAiMKGwQ3wvBIEAonsySJsgR4htGCOiKjakvMZnGeGVWMD8isuXfnHDrp4Fij2rPPPrvZBVQ9QRD7RkVM1Di_wPl5G1sD8-FMwxCGfpEVxtCuEEM3DP2QQ/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+358.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223322998329202914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4YLZE8iM4WHvpXTTugHGPqpAiMKGwQ3wvBIEAonsySJsgR4htGCOiKjakvMZnGeGVWMD8isuXfnHDrp4Fij2rPPPrvZBVQ9QRD7RkVM1Di_wPl5G1sD8-FMwxCGfpEVxtCuEEM3DP2QQ/s320/cannon+pictures+358.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pretty, aren't they? They tasted sooo good. Banana cake, chocolate ganache, peanut butter Italian meringue (I'm still perfecting the recipe for this--but it was amazing) all topped with mini marshmallows that I took my little blow torch to to toast them. Now we can feel like we're camping with out the bushwhacking and dirty fingernails. Sounds good to me!<br /></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376618870455023652.post-22424670326393825362008-07-14T17:16:00.003-06:002008-09-22T10:19:33.912-06:00Sweet Little Baby Shower<div align="center">Okay, Shower #2. For my good friend who had twin girls. I was planning on having the shower before the arrival of said girls, but they came 8(!) weeks early and so we had to postpone. This was a dessert open house shower, with "Sweet little baby cakes" as a theme. So, naturally, we had cupcakes! Again, I didn't get a picture of the whole table (a shame, because it was soo cute!) but I got the cupcakes... We had four flavors to choose from...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFN-junWAaHScBM3eUDBMlkwENVSA_dGQMDYeaN-AQyhMyK3el-1YLiUlEks_SZcHZ9gJWIJYaFpud-d3UoluPz7Y1nng3rBrz9ZFRhHscXZ9Nk16rcxb99dI_ZrUMHLvRzyJMfPR7LQs/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+416.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223013343499419186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFN-junWAaHScBM3eUDBMlkwENVSA_dGQMDYeaN-AQyhMyK3el-1YLiUlEks_SZcHZ9gJWIJYaFpud-d3UoluPz7Y1nng3rBrz9ZFRhHscXZ9Nk16rcxb99dI_ZrUMHLvRzyJMfPR7LQs/s320/cannon+pictures+416.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sweet little coconut baby cakes (deja vu...?) </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieypEapTXx7UzMyDIsDszvQdfDejbz3xDJxzZwGlUaxCjAwWWOizUsIrpP_Gl4OS8QcQPs7NDzX0YeeDFZj7r3Ot3NavYfQyoDvVdDzVhqEgSzZ0LGC2urzplih38WeznhY1VL5qewnkc/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+419.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223013355620485842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieypEapTXx7UzMyDIsDszvQdfDejbz3xDJxzZwGlUaxCjAwWWOizUsIrpP_Gl4OS8QcQPs7NDzX0YeeDFZj7r3Ot3NavYfQyoDvVdDzVhqEgSzZ0LGC2urzplih38WeznhY1VL5qewnkc/s320/cannon+pictures+419.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sweet little Oreo baby cakes...</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjkSqcP_ES1FLZzES8AnFlN9clNeXrxkmavaA8oYDoyQkUfhVdcDkNdukuxdujzw2cs5Kn8u1c_XsDSFJ8qrFAW0CxxgfDLdv5SSA7GkKrymQQAv2n3kQoOndbuf2uErw1BlF0yW15qU/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+420.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223013362014918834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjkSqcP_ES1FLZzES8AnFlN9clNeXrxkmavaA8oYDoyQkUfhVdcDkNdukuxdujzw2cs5Kn8u1c_XsDSFJ8qrFAW0CxxgfDLdv5SSA7GkKrymQQAv2n3kQoOndbuf2uErw1BlF0yW15qU/s320/cannon+pictures+420.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sweet little vanilla baby cakes (My friend Emily made these)...</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY86u3sbGyatUbFINRh6K18XZqZbm0VWC9Erkk4i8FSl3Y6WSZ8OJ3RyY_tX8vW4BGGunnvLd0-1amQI0IciPPS5yZVSD4I124uJffY0bICT3m-vlttDVux5zReXoC0e4kysbdFYhrLmo/s1600-h/cannon+pictures+423.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223013369148775650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY86u3sbGyatUbFINRh6K18XZqZbm0VWC9Erkk4i8FSl3Y6WSZ8OJ3RyY_tX8vW4BGGunnvLd0-1amQI0IciPPS5yZVSD4I124uJffY0bICT3m-vlttDVux5zReXoC0e4kysbdFYhrLmo/s320/cannon+pictures+423.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Sweet little butter pecan baby cakes.</p><div align="center">I also made red velvet cake truffle pops. All served with milk and pink punch. We also had fruit with really yummy dip, thanks to Harmony:)</div><div align="center">It was great to sit and chat with all my neighbors and friends. I hadn't laughed that hard in quite a while. I think shower week was a success!<br /></div><div align="center"></div>cake expectationshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08537452291641366596noreply@blogger.com1