… in Cakedom! Needless to say, it was an alley I hadn’t been down before. And yeah, I AM grinning from ear to ear! What a thrill it was to create a tiered cake. Correction – TWO tiered cakes, at one go! Was I nervous? Not at all. Goose pimples, shivering hands and a sleepless night full of nightmares of the top sinking into the bottom apart, it WAS a ‘tier’ of cake.
Loved every bit of it. Would do it again anytime, in fact I am all set to do a wedding cake, an Eiffel tower, a leaning tower, the Burj Khalifa!
So, I just followed it – the way of my heart, which was beating like a drum and saying, “That’s the way to go”. A whole day was spent preparing the tiers and another in scraping the frosting. The end result was a smooth as silk exterior ready to be decorated, according to the mum’s brief (it being a double birthday cake for two boys).
So, there … all the tiers were set and ready!
The time was fast appraching for me to take the bull by the horns, dowels et al!
… and there was no more delaying (or I would have missed the train and the birthday!). It just had to be done, no escaping the moment of truth.
Off then ready to put the tiers on a few moments before I had to leave with the cakes and …
<phew><wiping off pearls of sweat> … it worked like magic. A jump of joy later, time for the next one …
What a lovely road it was. I am still getting goose pimples just thinking about the two days, four tiers, five kilos of cake … it makes me wonder if Morrison was indeed right, “I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Everything else is just…in between.” (Jim Morrison)