This week was my last cake decorating course. Boy was it a struggle! What's supposed to be a fun time really turned out to be a huge stress! I was at my parents most of the week so I made my cake there. When I woke up the morning of the class my cake was cracked, my icing was leaking and splotchy.
After the gym I bought some icing (it was 6:30am and I said to the cashiere th"breakfast of champions!". She wasn't impressed... I'm too perky in the morning).
While I rushed to get ready my mom, who is amazing, iced my cake for me.
I drove 550km that day. Needless to say I was a bit late and pretty wound up by the time I rushed into the class. I decorated faster than anyone and was packed up and ready to go 30 minutes early.
1. I wanted to eat that cake!
2. It was a long day I had no patience to decorate a cake I kind of hated.
3. It's a good thing it tasted so good
4. We had to throw it out because I was ready to eat the WHOLE thing. I'm not joking.
I'm a certified cake "decorator". Although I think it should say "eater".