Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Or maybe I just made a couple of tickets on the computer and printed them with edible ink on edible paper. Maybe I just made and signed the basketball and jersey myself, too.
Anyway, here's the groom's hat and beverage of choice done in sugar. The bottle is poured sugar (my first attempt at sugar work) and the label is an edible image.
And what sporting event is complete without buttery popcorn? Hubs saw some of this drying on the counter one morning, and wasn't sure if it was real or not. He said he was confused because he didn't smell popcorn, but it looked so real he had to ask. FYI, it doesn't taste like popcorn. Just to the left of the popcorn is a picture of the groom's dog on a keychain, with a key to his new Ford truck. All edible, of course.
This cake was GIGANTIC. It was two (three layers each) fourteen inch squares, stacked one on top of the other. Which means there are six fourteen inch layers behind that fondant. They're rich chocolate cake, filled and iced with chocolate ganache. I swear I've gained weight from just breathing the wicked chocolate overload aroma in my house this week.
The mother-of-the-bride came to look at the cake before I left.
Which made me cry.
But oh, so happy!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Well... the same nurse who ordered that cake asked me to make a T-Rex cake for her son's fourth birthday. She wanted a 3-D T-Rex. I told her I couldn't do it. So then she asked if I could do a 3-D T-Rex head, since her son really loves them, and loves the scary teeth. I said probably not. I really had no idea what to do or where to begin.
I put six layers of different colors, some mixed together, to get him to look this way. Then I hand-painted his eyes and his claws. The claws just looked too clean!
Gimme a kiss!
Monday, October 12, 2009
They didn't want to cut it, so they made me do it. I asked where they wanted me to start, and they said to start at the front. As soon as the front of the car was gone, my neighbor's husband yelled, "Kasey's hit the wall!" Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened the next day.
Kasey was doing pretty well in Sunday's race (I am not a NASCAR fan, but was secretly rooting for him after having spent more hours than I care to count re-creating him and his car out of sugar!) but it was all over but the crying when he went head-first into the wall.
But dang, his car tasted good.
And, really, that's all that matters. Right?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Just after he left, I decided to wash the few dishes that were in the sink. I picked up a super-sharp knife I had used earlier to slice cheese for cheese and crackers as an afternoon snack for Thing 1 and Thing 2. And sliced my finger open.
I said a few naughty words as blood came pouring out. I had visions of a late night in the ER dancing in my head. I rinsed it under hot water and started wrapping paper towels around it. With a few minutes of pressure the bleeding stopped, so I continued washing dishes... after I bandaged it, of course.
One was a pan full of caramelized sugar. I've been working on some details for an upcoming cake, and didn't need as much cooked sugar as I had.
So I filled the pan with hot water and set it on the stove to melt away. I washed the last few things and went to catch up on some computer graphics I've been playing around with.
A few minutes later, Christian came to let me know the hallway was full of smoke.
I freaked out.
"What??? Why is the hallway full of smoke???" I asked her.
She said she didn't know, but that the kitchen, living room and dining room were smokey, too.
I jumped up and ran into the kitchen. I realized that I had left the pan boiling on the stove. All the water had boiled away, and the sugar that was left was now a charred, black, bubbled mess. It was disgusting.
I grabbed the pan and ran out the front door, then ran around the house opening doors and windows and turning on fans.
It was quite the aroma, let me tell you.
And the pan! It was a Pampered Chef Professional series. I was pretty sure it was garbage, but I tried to salvage it... by putting more hot water in and setting it on the stove.
This time, I didn't leave it. Each time it boiled, I would empty it out, scrub the bottom a little, and put more boiling water in. Eventually, it all came out.
This morning, The Smell was still with us.
I have spent the greater part of the day wiping, scrubbing, spraying and disinfecting every hard surface in the house, and Febreeze-ing all the soft surfaces. I have used Lysol, Febreeze spray, Febreeze Wet Swiffers, some frou-frou counter spray (citrus mint ylang-ylang, if you're interested; smells un-bee-leev-a-bul), frou-frou stainless steel spray, six candles (four scents), and even a new air vent air freshener.
I think The Smell has been eradicated.
Some friends came over this afternoon, and the first thing they said was how yummy the house smells. When Christian got hom from school, she also said it smelled good.
It must be lodged in my nasal cavity, because it still lingers.